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Family Affair
Money Man
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Yeah, it's a hot car, I can't do the dashin'
On a high speed, can't imagine crashin'
I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my list
I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flashin' it
I got all them all for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it
I'm on silent, I stand and I'm getting it
It's a fan, be a fan, we stampin' and blitzin'
Baby, why don't you walk, grab a spray and twist it
I'm havin' mixed emotions, I'm stayin' on my feelings
And before it's all said and done, I'ma make or kill
Money, man, it's a thousand facts, can you flip it?
I'm trying to get these bags off, baby, I can't kick it
Should I drive the pack to the A? I'm a risk
If I drop these pounds on you, have my money quickly
Lost a load, that hurt my stomach, it was sick, man
I don't march to tests, in the presence, I be switching
Like I would the binary, know that you glitching
Pardon, took out the thing, you ain't getting no straightening
I should work for JP Morgan, baby, I be banking
TRS is beaming on, now I'm in the space, shit
We don't do no arms or legs shots, we gon' face you
You can't hang around a kid unless you try to take him
I ain't complaining, that's what I'm saying
A hot car, I can't do the dashin'
On a high speed, can't imagine crashin'
I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my list
I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flashin'
I got art of my heart for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take the chances and risk it
I'm outside, I'm in a hot stand and I'm bendin'
It's a fan, be a fan, we stampin' and breakin'
All this money in the world still won't fix it
My pain run deeper than a marathon, no ending
So they sold for a pint and an M is a triple cross
Always beat the devil, know the difference
You know we like them
Money man in the city, we buy chapsticks
Be running out of luck, but it's not this
Your life running out of time, don't get boxed in
Kept it black lit, hardly forget what I forget
Not again, really the voice of the trenches
And I pretend, pockets being tapped, I'm in motion
They tapping in, set the play, leave it to them
I'm a rapper, it's a hot
It's a hot car, I can't do the dashin' it
On a high speed, can't imagine crashin' it
I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist
I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flashin' it
I got all them arms for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it
I'm outside doin' rock, standin' on benders
A fan be a fan, we stampin' and blitzin'
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