Money Man - Cardio (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Money Man - Cardio (en) Lyrics
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Dinner at the Orafo, she love
the way my diamonds glow
I used to sack up nicks, sell them
bitches at the corner store
Lil' mama is stallion, she
belong in the rodeo
I'm burnin' on the strain, this shit
right here'll make you comatose
Don't give a fuck about no politics,
I ain't gonna never vote
You know I pull up poppin' shit
in foreigns like I'm Fivio
I'm fuckin' on this bitch for sixty
minutes, that shit cardio
You know I got them hitmen in
the Circle like Sicario
Tequila, I just like it neat,
I don't need a chaser
I'ma let the bitch choose, ain't
no need for me to chase her
Quit that sour shit out, dog,
you a bonafide hater
All these bags I got for sale,
I get hellafied paper
Got my wrist on Kamala, this
shit cuddle by the presi'
In Miami rockin' Casablanca
with them racks heavy
You wanna be a boss? I can make
you one, I'll get you ready
Up in Onyx rockin' Voss, I made
it rain like confetti
Told the waitress, "Hurry up, go
on and bring another round"
Told my grower, "Hurry up, bring
a nigga hundred pound"
Got my gunner shoppin' with me,
nigga, we gon' drip or drown
I don't need a bitch, I just need
some shrooms and some loud
Loadin' up the rental 'cause
we finna head out of town
Shit was detrimental, had to get
this shit up off the ground
I'm too influential, baby,
I be puttin' niggas down
I'ma blow the whistle, if these
niggas gettin' out of bounds
I'm high as fuck on the
plane wearin' a presi'
Don't be mad 'cause I fucked
your bitch, boy, she let me
Just lost a hundred-thousand-dollar
watch and it ain't sweat me
Woke up and pulled straight
to Wafi like, "Patek me"
Half of million on the kit,
the .308 protect me
Had to tell 'em country boys,
"It's gon' be deadly"
They thought we was slidin' in
a Scat, we in the '02 Chevy
Thousand grams on the Cuban,
this shit heavy
I wasn't lookin' for the lean
man, he just met me
I gotta bulletproof my cars,
they might stretch me
Lil' bro'll nail somethin' to
the cross for a necklace
Drinkin' reckless, I just eyeballed
an eight, and I ain't measure it
Bitch, I made my own million
dollars, wasn't inherited
I told Money Man, "Put me
on the scammin' shit"
Five years ago was ridin' 'round
sellin' grams and shit
Now we ridin' 'round Patterson,
a hundred grand a whip
7.62s, can you handle it?
The pussy had a leg shot
and died from panickin'
It look like you just went in Louis
and bought the mannequin
And I just got a free brick
from my Spanish bitch
Bitch say her daddy in the cartel
Four niggas on the hit,
the whole car tell
Put so many hoes in that bitch,
bro, the car fell
I just drank a little deuce of
Tris and took a bar pill
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