Money Man – Fuckery lyrics

[Intro]
Listen here lil nigga I ain't even finna play with you right now
That ain't what we finna do
We ain't' finna let shit slide
We ain't got no options we finna win

[Verse 1]
Just put a ten on my lil homie lawyer
She not a dime she a quarter
Heard your man song it was boring to me
Hatin' on nigga that corny to me
That type of nigga that foreign to me
I sell them P's accordingly
Turn ya lil hood into rubby
You shouldn't have been on that fuck shit
Hit the gas then they abduct me
Quit pillow talkin' with these bitches
Niggas nosey tryna listen
Miami drink on me glistenin'
Gotta be smart can you bang though
Ice on my wrist like I'm chained up
No OG ain't no one train us
Invested a lot and I came up
Quit all the fuckin' comparisons
Ain't' nobody going harder
Trap out a SRT charger
Thank god I made it out
That money not hanging up
Wising up you can play me now
My car belong on the racetrack
Shot at his cousin thats payback
Mailing these P's on da doormat
'69 marrow a throwback (Yeah)
Young niggas they all look up to me
Can't fuck with ya you ain't go up with me
OG say they all fuck with me
I told my BM she stuck with me
Them hunnids keepin' me company
Bout to go swipe out a company (Uh)


[Hook]
Quit all that motherfuckin' fuckery(Yeah, yeah)
They buy a medical drug from me (Uh, Yeah)
These bitches fallin' in love with me(Yeah, Yeah)
You need an army to fuck with me
Grow God lil mama come pray to me
She wait in line so patiently
I probably let honey deals
We loading them sticks so courageously
I got that bracelet from Egypt
My wrist paraplegic
She in Victoria Secret
We fuckin she started weepin'

[Verse 2]
I swear that money completed
I heard your single it cheesy
These niggas bitches believe me
Fuck all the daughters I'm winnin'
Trauma man is the beginnin'
I'll bring yo life to a ending
Hit the pedal plug the engine
I trap in the jungle with apes
Dispensary say you a fake
I swear these niggas so fake
Behind your back they gon' hate
Not she not Ricki She wet as a lake
I rerock a brick and drop me a tape
Shut the fuck up when the boss talkin'
These are Balmains I don't rock Robins
These niggas cuffin' they cock blockin'
Shout out to my mother fuckin' swiper
We fuck until we get tired
I fucked her but I do not like her
I steady looking for buyers
I see the hate through a visor
Clean out the money then dry it
I smashin' all opposition
It ain't hard to see we winnin'
It ain't hard to see we get it


[Hook]
Quit all that motherfuckin' fuckery(Yeah, yeah)
They buy a medical drug from me (Uh, Yeah)
These bitches fallin' in love with me(Yeah, Yeah)
You need an army to fuck with me
Grow God lil mama come pray to me
She wait in line so patiently
I probably let honey deals
We loading them sticks so courageously
I got that bracelet from Egypt
My wrist paraplegic
She in Victoria Secret
We fuckin she started weepin'