No Sweat - Money Man

Bought my first bag I was 16

I was in the slums with the OG’s

Caught a bad bitch she a trophy

Still trapping so a nigga low key

I clear off the table imma fuck her on it

She seen my dick now she jumpin on it

She wanna sweat now she cummin' on it

I take ya lil head and put money on it

My voice stressed so i had to lip sync

Feelin' like Curry got 3 rings

I was locked up i was planning

Imma start a grow op and planting

Make sure a nigga make canteen

Hit her so long she pulled a hamstring

Futuristic racks on the Block chain

Had her screaming so loud nigga 12 came

Sowed to the loud i ain’t breaking no sweat

Running up the blues let me catch my breath

If i ever drop it on you, you better bring me my check

Yellow gold cuban and its filled with baguettes

I be in the country on ATV’s

I done muddied brand new Louie V tee

G on my shoes nigga look at my feet

We ain’t let him in the circle cause the nigga to weak

We ain’t let him hang round cause the nigga too soft

Damn she bad and she fine and her ass so soft

41 mm Rollie got rocks

Clean up the sticks finna pull up on the opps

Load another clip finna spin a nigga block

Fendi my headband

G’s on my socks

That shit foreign you can smell the exhaust

Balmain denim 4 pockets got guap

Lil mama get naked when she come to my spot

In a brand new machine let me drop my top

I was piss poor dog i was eating on slop

Reing up in loud i ain’t buying no stocks

When you from the street dog u gotta be smart

Steal a hotbox and get paid from the parts

They talking from the neck i be talking from the heart

moving up them charts

Shawty picture perfect her body like art

I be selling loud i ain’t talking to a narc

Ain talking from the neck i be talking from the heart

My weed so strong it made a white boy barf

No spider when im talking bout a web thats dark

Yeah everyday gotta hit the gun range

Bought my bitch a brand new mustang

Shawty real smart give good brains

On a 3 wheeler

Buy a stick every time i buy a new chain

Only gas a nigga burn is high grade

Have a young nigga pushing hydrangeas

Bought my first bag I was 16

I was in the slums with the OG’s

Caught a bad bitch she a trophy

Still trapping so a nigga low key

I clear off the table imma fuck her on it

She seen my dick now she jumpin on it

She wanna sweat now she cummin' on it

I take ya lil head and put money on it

My voice stressed so i had to lip sync

Feelin' like Curry got 3 rings

I was locked up i was planning

Imma start a grow op and planting

Make sure a nigga make canteen

Hit her so long she pulled a hamstring

Futuristic racks on the Block chain

Had her screaming so loud nigga 12 came

Sowed to the loud i ain’t breaking no sweat