PARIS HILTRIN - Money Music Lyrics

Yeah, man, the blunt got me on ten, man
The weed is on ten, man
Going on day ten , man
This that f*ck that nigga music
Put this blicky in his face, he know this shit feel therapeutic
Roll me up another blunt, that moon rock got me hella booted
Smoked it till I nodded off they sayin', I need hella fluid
See an Opp, I spot an Opp, I spray until they executed
Black and white is all I wear outside, I'm on my zebra shit
F*ck him once, I never call again, I'm on my libra shit
All he take is Percocet's and purple, he don't need the shit
Put it in my ribcage, had to catch my breath to breathe and shit
Ho, give me my wings, lil' bitch, I name this pack the redbull
Said how much you need, I tap my palm and said a hand full
I got me some wee-wee in Pari just off a bonjour
You can't get away from me, lil' bitch, I'm on your brochure
Riding in a Honda, push that bitch like it's a scat pack
Bitch, this ain't no kitty pussy, lil' hoe, this, that's Bobcat
Walkin' niggas, step on niggas, call em my lil' doormat
Seen her bend it over, turned me off, like where your form at
Half a ticket in the sky, I can't see where the floor at
I been plugged in like a socket, niggas asking where the port at
F*cked him, kicked him out the crib, I showed him where the door at
Then blocked him when he pulled off, I told my nigga, just ignore that
I'll solve all my problems off a cell phone and some rubber bands
Seen him at the CITGO turned that boy into a runnin' man
Said he wanna see me, I ignore him, I got other plans
Yeah, on God
I got five shooters, that's on go
I got four bands for any bitch that like to ride it on they toes
I got three inside the pen, So free to bros
I got two bad bitches when they free, hoe, I'm the one that's on my soul
On God
I don't give no f*cks about your show, bitch, who the f*ck is you
Made him whip it out, I told him, put it in my dookie shoot
Yeah, that shit was straight, it's time to show you what this pussy do
He beat it out the frame I told him, f*ck me till this pussy loose
I ain't never stressing about no niggas
I got plenty of em'
I ain't never stressing for no meal, bitch, I got plenty money
Hit him in his head, I cleared his sinuses
No Robitussin
Rode it on my tippy toes, you know it ain't no running from it
Living life, sucked his dick and buy that boy a bigger pipe
I like having threesomes with my nigga, you is not our type
Cooler than Doritos chips
Colder than a baby wipe
Bitch, you at home questioning, whole time I'm somewhere catchin' flights
Hey, this blunt, hey, look, hey, listen
This blunt got me on ten, on my mama
Hey, just leave this bitch rolling, I'm finna just freestyle the rest
Don't stop till I say so, ya hear me
Oh my God
He finally got the pussy
Hit his ass, he finna walk it out
Pulling up with nothing on me, walking out with large amounts
Think he finna spend the night, I told the, oh, he gotta bounce
Dick ate, took a break, I'm tryna go another round
Hot shit,
Mosh pit
Yeah, I'm on my thot shit
Buss shit, up shit
I'ma make em buss quick
All these bitches green, me and my team will never trust shit
Said he wanna be with me, but me, I'm on that f*ck shit
This that f*ck that nigga music
Put this blicky in his face, he know this shit feel therapeutic
Roll me up another blunt, that moon rock got me hella booted
Smoked it till I nodded off they sayin', I need hella fluid
See an Opp, I spot an Opp, I spray until they executed
Black and white is all I wear outside, I'm on my zebra shit
F*ck him once, I never call again, I'm on my libra shit
All he take is Percocet's and purple, he don't need the shit
Put it in my ribcage, had to catch my breath to breathe and shit