You See It - Money Man

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

You know I’m plugged with the green

I got that Glock in my jeans

I got them racks in my jeans

Nigga, this A1 Gelato, this shit twenty-three

That bitch in love with my voice, she got me on repeat

Nigga, this strap, it hold fifty, don’t care if you deep

You got your ho rocking Fila, you cheap

She meet a player like me, she gon' cheat

She meet a player like me, I’ma beat

I got two bitches with me, they some freaks

We fucked in a foreign, left cum on the seats

I killed this here track, I left blood on the beat

I am so different, my shit is unique

Met a bitch out of town, her name Unique

Yeah, yeah

Them bullets rain just like they an umbrella

Bought that bitch lipo, I put her together

Bought that bitch Fendi, I got her together

She love the kid, so I got her forever

Yeah, yeah, I got them treasures

I pour out the pint and I don’t even measure

I fill up a ziploc and don’t even weigh up

My plug gave me two bags and told me don’t pay him

Treat these bitches like dragons, you know I’ma slay 'em

I pulled out that 'Rari, I’m makin' a statement

My kids gon' be G 'cause you know I’ma raise 'em

I got that sack, so I’m feeling like Aikman

Call me Harambre, you know I be apeing

I can’t control 'em, my niggas be taking

Pulled off on a play 'cause I ain’t feel like waiting

Pulled off on a bitch, she was talkin' too much

Get your own sauce, niggas copy too much

Gotta drop more, I ain’t droppin' enough

Don’t hit my line, you ain’t coppin' enough

Them niggas cool, but ain’t fucking with us

Used to burn loud on the back of the bus

Heard you went broke, but you used to be on

Gotta stack up them racks, what the fuck is you on, stupid?

Yeah, yeah, you see the drip when I’m walking, yeah

You hear the real when I’m talking, yeah

These bitches love me, they stalking, yeah

Walked on this beat, I was crawling first

I need like 50K for a verse

Eight hundred for this lil' t-shirt

I’ma go swipe her a Louis purse

I love the way that she movin', twerk

Had to boost up my status

My bitch is the baddest, my car is the fastest

Your shit the trashest, I don’t wanna listen

Had to put all my dawgs and my hoes in position

I must admit this lifestyle is addictive

I done seen money turn good niggas wicked

I done seen money turn ugly hoes bad

I done seen money turn childhood friends mad

Walk around with this wad in my motherfuckin' hands

These niggas lil' boys, come talk to the man

These niggas telling lies, they be some shams

Go get some hustle, go weigh up some grams

Go get some hustle, go get you a Lam'

Go get some hustle, don’t you understand?

My bitch she red, right now, she got a tan

This 9 open niggas up just like a can

Shout out my niggas who locked in the can

I do whatever I want 'cause I can

This AP plain as fuck, this shit is bland

Three hundred acres, I purchased some land

I keep it A1, that shit in my glands

She keep on beggin' me, she want a chance

She wanna come and unfasten my pants

Tossin' them racks on that ho while she dance

Yeah, yeah, you see the drip when I’m walking, yeah

You hear the real when I’m talking, yeah

These bitches love me, they stalking, yeah

Walked on this beat, I was crawling first

I need like 50K for a verse

Eight hundred for this lil' t-shirt

I’ma go swipe her a Louis purse

I love the way that she movin', twerk