Lost - Money Man

Pressure all in my loft

Steady gettin' this shit off

At first I was lost

Then I got me some crops

She give ass on the top

I got shooters who watch and alerted

When they aim it’s precise and it’s perfect

When I go in she feeling it perfect

NBA money I need a jersey

Kickin' shit in the penthouse that’s furnished

She came over we fucked on the furniture

I woke up and I shot at a burglar

I be hanging with felons and murderers

Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin' you

Send the addy we pull up and serve you

Hit stick

Plottin' on niggas we sinister

Just sold a bag to a minister

I wanna feel on your curvature

My lil bih from Decatur she savage

But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet

Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory

Sippin' drank I ain' sippin' on daiquiri

All this swipin' increasing my salary

Different cities I took this shit national

She say please come in go in my vaginal

Fendi jogger my outfit be casual

Gucci headband but no I’m not hoopin'

Niggas push up on us then they stupid

They ain’t hip to the dawg, well they clueless

Bought a stick and I know I’ma use it

Me and my niggas on the same page

We talkin' on the phone we use code names

White bitch same color cocaine

We ain’t fuck around with no lames

On my left hand 4 rangs

All these blues ain’t no change

Even with the money I won’t change

Even with the fame I’m humble

One way ticket out to Humboldt

All these racks I need two vaults

Shout out my niggas in Duval

Free all my niggas behind the wall

Wish I could burn one with all of y’all

Wish y’all had no time at all

There’s money out here and I’ma find it all

I’ma go fill up this Louis duffle

4 years ago I still struggled

Now I gotta sack and I’m still hustlin'

My lil youngin' gonna kill somethin'

Heard your mixtape I ain’t feel nothin'

The streets I ain’t trust for real

Need an M before I sign a deal

Seen a scale and it gave me chills

Remember just keep it real

Pressure all in my loft

Steady gettin' this shit off

At first I was lost

Then I got me some crops

She give ass on the top

I got shooters who watch and alerted

When they aim it’s precise and it’s perfect

When I go in she feeling it perfect

NBA money I need a jersey

Kickin' shit in the penthouse that’s furnished

She came over we fucked on the furniture

I woke up and I shot at a burglar

I be hanging with felons and murderers

Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin' you

Send the addy we pull up and serve you

Hit stick

Plottin' on niggas we sinister

Just sold a bag to a minister

I wanna feel on your curvature

My lil bih from Decatur she savage

But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet

Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory

Sippin' drank I ain' sippin' on daiquiri