T-M0N3Y - SAMBA (feat. K-Wizz & Mr.Yousaf) Lyrics

Gotta drink in my hand
Girls tryna get a tan
Summertime come quick
So I'm tryna splash bands
Get rich, from grams
Two scales and the AM
And the plug call twice but
The plug's in
Don't know me
But they wanna call me fam
If you touch one of mine
Put two in his hat
Man are wet
Man are gassed
Gun pose in the gram
But in real life
Wont even back their gats
Man are lying the raps
They ain't never seen a trap
You ain't never seen a wap
What you know about that
I got real YGs that roll with the straps
Three Gs gone bang, jean size That's mad
Got 12 thats ham
Bang fraud that's Sants
Got a Rambo blade
That's tucked in my pants,
What you think that it sags?
Wanna gonna get me mad
I'll shell out this whip like Mario Kart
Move weights in Cabs
From manny that's mad
Now a light-skinned girl wanna Give wizz hat
Tied her hair back
Then she just hit the floor
Then she told me she ain't done This before
Summertime come quick
See a light-skinned shorty
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Got bottles of the wrays
So it's gonna be a party
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Trigger fingers up if you're Feeling naughty
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Middle fingers up for a opp
Bring corn to the beef till the Pussios dead
Well how about me man
I'm trying to get a tan
See me with the Rays
You'll see me with them bans
See me with the wrays
You'll see me playing jams
Won't catch me in a whip
Cause I hate f*cking jams
Rather catch trams
Better scrap plans
Filling up the stadium with only Fans
I got I got I got
Samba raps when I'm running Rings
Got you running lapped
Ain't no catching up
Ain't no coming back
Flare on the mic
Mixed with Tyson Might
Made of iron right
Call me man of steel
Call me metal man
Cause I don't feel
Airtight
Cause I don't spill no tea
You can always trust me
Trust me
Always spitting
So never rusty
I like my scent a little musty
I like it cold like I'm a husky
Yes I must be crazy
But you crusty
Man I'm peeling skin shit I'm Revealing sin
Let these demons in
Let these demons win
Informing the next of kin
In this empty town
Course I better be king
Crown on my head turns to Saurons ring
Yeah
Got a thick ass bitch
Got a thick ass bitch
She be looking so classy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
When we take it to the sheets
I be calling her nasty
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Can't get overhead
Cause nothing gets past me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Can't get overhead
Cause nothing gets past T
Summertime come quick
See a light skin shorty
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Got bottles of the wrays
So it's gonna be a party
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Trigger fingers up
If you're feeling naughty
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Put your middle fingers up
For a opp, fling corn to the beef till the pussio dead
Quick steal
Came with the bars not steel
Swear next man wanna just chat Nonsense
But these bars catch gal in their Feels
Man I get open to deals with Seals
As if the word made p on the Reels
Thinking they made enough p For the meals
But the tax man
Bellingham
Biting at heels
Oh wait
I don't pay tax
Put all the cost on the biz and lax
Get the excess
Invest to the max
Tell a light skin baddie to count
Up the cash
And take two racks for her dress And hair
Treat my ting nice cause I know
She rare
Won't catch me out out
Wearing Monclair
But you know for the wifey I Gotta splash bare
Mmmm hmmmm
Say swear
For the wifey I might go clear
Say it lightly she might just hear
For the night
You just might be
Just might be
Got a thick ass bitch
Got a thick ass bitch,
She be looking so classy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
When we take it to the sheets
I be calling her nasty
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Can't get overhead
Cause nothing gets past me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah can't get Overhead
Cause nothing gets past
T
Summertime come quick
See a light skin shorty
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Got bottles of the wrays
So it's gonna be a party
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Trigger fingers up
If you're feeling naughty
Yeah yeah yeah yeah put your middle fingers up
For a opp fling corn to the beef till the pussio's dead