Money Man - Socials (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Money Man - Socials (en) Lyrics
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Restaurants, we eatin' out
He too broke to leave the house
Go get in rotation, get your
sorry-ass up off the couch
Bae, quit bein' lazy, open your legs
and use your fuckin' mouth
He couldn't catch no juggs, I had
to kick his ass up out the house
Hit the West and get them bags, and
then I send him to the South
Do some push-ups, pump up your lil'
chest, you need to stick it out
Got the hook up on them Delta tickets,
I'm finna fly her out
It was just a fling, bae, I don't
want ya, I can't tie you down
Went and bought a 'Rari just to
drift and еnjoy ridin' 'round
All that paper got me bougie,
I can't do Fogo Dе Chão
Told my bitch to hold the P, now
she smell like a bag of loud
She say she like that gangster
shit, I'm trim, you
know I'm spankin' shit
Benz coupe, I drove it
out the showroom
I'm the type to turn a bitch
house to a grow room
I'm the type to ride 'round with them
switches and make 'em go boom
Baby, this your chance for the
night, I'm finna go soon
Fuck the club, I'd rather count these
millions, I can't hold you
Come join the Circle, I can boss
you up, I'm tryna coach you
Dior saddlebags, but that broke
nigga tried to Coach you
Havin' so much motion in real
life, I'm bad at socials
Benz coupe, might cop a three
Drop the top, I'm feelin' free
I can make her part her legs like
Moses parted up the sea
Listen, dog, use your head, I
got rich without no degree
She just wanna use the bed and
ride all day on top of me
Do this shit here properly
Got diamond chains and property
I'm rich, bitch, come acknowledge me
Fuck all that poverty
He left out my high rise with
that pack, that's a novelty
Mini bags came straight from
Sac, they strong, obviously
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