My Rib - Money Man

Tote my bag 'longside my rib

I don’t eat pork, I don’t talk to no pigs

I don’t trust niggas who abandon their kids

You still servin' Alabama with mid

I don’t hold work, I get off swift

Can’t trust bitches, they talk too much

Can’t afford this drip 'cause it cost too much

Gotta cherish these racks 'cause I lost too much

I was in the studio, fuck these sluts

And I sold 400 bags this month

Can’t let a bitch nigga hit my blunt

BC the gang, we a unified front

I’ma keep it real, girl, I love your touch

And I’m in the crib rollin' Purple Punch

She done felt the Lord and I only hit it once

Coolin' in the pool in some Burberry trunks

These the Diors, I ain’t rockin' no Dunks

I ain’t go to class lil' nigga, I flunked

And I got 90 bags in my trunk, under my spare

Hit her from the back, pullin' her hair

Rocks in my yard, nigga, beware

Nigga can’t lack, gotta be aware

I ain’t have shit, life ain’t fair

Damn, baby girl lookin' good in them sweats

I ain’t talkin' shoes but I’m runnin' to a check

Told my girl sorry for the neglect

She just wanna lay around the house and have sex

Plug got a plug and he just hit me with a text

He just sent three different packs for a test run

Every day I serve, nigga, gotta keep a handgun

And I got the weed, sell it in my mansion

Everything plant-based, I done went vegan

I done been down bad, know he freezin'

But lil' girl sick as hell, cold, she was sneezin'

Talked to the Lord and I told him I need Him

Why you in the trap, not shoppin'?

Nigga, beat it

Just like a keyboard, you can get deleted

All my goals, nigga, I’ma exceed 'em

And I got five straps in the two-seater

And I got the queen with me like Latifah

All my niggas pit bulls, nigga, I’ma breed 'em

Yeah, yeah, and I got exotic comin' in every weekend

Nigga, this motivation when I’m speakin'

Niggas tellin' on their partner, that’s treason

Lil' nigga mad at me, he ain’t eatin'

He ain’t got hustle, lil' nigga, that’s the reason

Tote my bag 'longside my rib

I don’t eat pork, I don’t talk to no pigs

I don’t trust niggas who abandon their kids

You still servin' Alabama with mid

I don’t hold work, I get off swift

Can’t trust bitches, they talk too much

Can’t afford this drip 'cause it cost too much

Gotta cherish these racks 'cause I lost too much

I was in the studio, fuck these sluts

And I sold 400 bags this month

Can’t let a bitch nigga hit my blunt

BC the gang, we a unified front

I’ma keep it real, girl, I love your touch

And I’m in the crib rollin' Purple Punch

She done felt the Lord and I only hit it once

Coolin' in the pool in some Burberry trunks

These the Diors, I ain’t rockin' no Dunks

I ain’t go to class lil' nigga, I flunked