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Ochoa Video (MV)




Performed By: Money Man
Length: 2:19
Written by: Tysen Jay Bolding




Money Man - Ochoa Lyrics
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Ain't sure a quarter been done though
But I can make the bank send six-figure funds over (Alawais)
Playin' with the racks like a motherf*ckin' stockbroker
Juicin' up the 'Cat, hell nah, this ain't a stock motor
Dmt, loud, I'm a real live strain grower
Handgun lights, I'm a legit Glock toter
Make a million dollars every time I'm talkin' crops over
On the West Coast, shoot a country nigga, crossover
I ain't talkin' hoops, but I make a nigga crossover
Run my own drug ring, I feel like Ochoa
Lit with the conversation, spit like a flamethrower
Which car you want, girl? Wagen or the Range Rover?
Five different checks on one account equal one-twenty
Side bitch cool 'cause I give her ass Hush money
Big schemer, scam the whole city like Hushpuppi
Overseas currency, a nigga got Dutch money
12 hit a spot, but the laptops been gone
I can put a whole mil' from it 'cause it's fire strong
I just sold three hundred bags and it ain't take long
Glock 27 nigga leave a whole nigga face gone

I just put the Benz up, then I brought the truck out
Three day water fast, 'cause I gotta cleanse out
Heard a nigga snitchin' on me, so I gotta clean house
Plugs know I'm movin' real fast, so they reachin' out
Highway too hot, I'ma take the scenic route
I just wanna f*ck, bae, I ain't tryna eat ya out
Trap spot jumpin' too hard, I'ma beat it out
If a nigga get aggressive, we gonna bring them heaters out
Jedi mindf*ck, make a nigga see hallucinations
In the crib, countin' up money, really concentratin'
You can tell the police f*ck 'em, no cooperatin'
Niggas doing too much, guess they overcompensatin'
Shorty body real, but the shit look fake
Take her to the crib, I'ma eat her like steak
Got a band man plug in thirteen states
Gettin' to the chicken, so you know they gonna hate (let's go)

Ain't sure a quarter been done though
But I can make the bank send six-figure funds over
Playing with the racks like a motherf*ckin' stockbroker
Juicin' up the 'Cat, hell nah, this ain't a stock motor
Dmt, loud, I'm a real live strain grower
Handgun lights, I'm a legit Glock toter
Make a million dollars every time I'm talkin' crops over
On the West Coast, shoot a country nigga, crossover
I ain't talkin' hoops, but I make a nigga crossover
Run my own drug ring, I feel like Ochoa
Lit with the conversation, spit like a flamethrower
Which car you want, girl? Wagen or the Range Rover?
Five different checks on one account equal one-twenty
Side bitch cool 'cause I give her ass Hush money
Big schemer, scam the whole city like Hushpuppi
Overseas currency, a nigga got Dutch money
12 hit a spot, but the laptops been gone
I can put a whole mil' from it 'cause it's fire strong
I just sold three hundred bags and it ain't take long
Glock 27 nigga leave a whole nigga face gone
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Ain't sure a quarter been done though
But I can make the bank send six-figure funds over (Alawais)
Playin' with the racks like a motherf*ckin' stockbroker
Juicin' up the 'Cat, hell nah, this ain't a stock motor
Dmt, loud, I'm a real live strain grower
Handgun lights, I'm a legit Glock toter
Make a million dollars every time I'm talkin' crops over
On the West Coast, shoot a country nigga, crossover
I ain't talkin' hoops, but I make a nigga crossover
Run my own drug ring, I feel like Ochoa
Lit with the conversation, spit like a flamethrower
Which car you want, girl? Wagen or the Range Rover?
Five different checks on one account equal one-twenty
Side bitch cool 'cause I give her ass Hush money
Big schemer, scam the whole city like Hushpuppi
Overseas currency, a nigga got Dutch money
12 hit a spot, but the laptops been gone
I can put a whole mil' from it 'cause it's fire strong
I just sold three hundred bags and it ain't take long
Glock 27 nigga leave a whole nigga face gone

I just put the Benz up, then I brought the truck out
Three day water fast, 'cause I gotta cleanse out
Heard a nigga snitchin' on me, so I gotta clean house
Plugs know I'm movin' real fast, so they reachin' out
Highway too hot, I'ma take the scenic route
I just wanna f*ck, bae, I ain't tryna eat ya out
Trap spot jumpin' too hard, I'ma beat it out
If a nigga get aggressive, we gonna bring them heaters out
Jedi mindf*ck, make a nigga see hallucinations
In the crib, countin' up money, really concentratin'
You can tell the police f*ck 'em, no cooperatin'
Niggas doing too much, guess they overcompensatin'
Shorty body real, but the shit look fake
Take her to the crib, I'ma eat her like steak
Got a band man plug in thirteen states
Gettin' to the chicken, so you know they gonna hate (let's go)

Ain't sure a quarter been done though
But I can make the bank send six-figure funds over
Playing with the racks like a motherf*ckin' stockbroker
Juicin' up the 'Cat, hell nah, this ain't a stock motor
Dmt, loud, I'm a real live strain grower
Handgun lights, I'm a legit Glock toter
Make a million dollars every time I'm talkin' crops over
On the West Coast, shoot a country nigga, crossover
I ain't talkin' hoops, but I make a nigga crossover
Run my own drug ring, I feel like Ochoa
Lit with the conversation, spit like a flamethrower
Which car you want, girl? Wagen or the Range Rover?
Five different checks on one account equal one-twenty
Side bitch cool 'cause I give her ass Hush money
Big schemer, scam the whole city like Hushpuppi
Overseas currency, a nigga got Dutch money
12 hit a spot, but the laptops been gone
I can put a whole mil' from it 'cause it's fire strong
I just sold three hundred bags and it ain't take long
Glock 27 nigga leave a whole nigga face gone
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Writer: Tysen Jay Bolding
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