Letra Bcfbg Money Man

Bcfbg

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, they sleepin' on the kid but I'm unbothered (Trauma Tone)
Last month I turned down five label offers
Then lil' mama hit my blunt and she got nauseous
I'm a business man, step into my office
He tired of his girlfriend speakin' 'bout me, he switched the topic
They feelin' my snippets on IG
Big yellow gold AP look like pee
My bitch from India, no Arie
I'm droppin' quality music like Pee
We fuckin' all inside my car now she done came all on my seat
These funny lookin' Margielas feelin' comfortable on my feet
All the blogs say your shit ride but in the street we know it's weak
I like my bitch pussy sloppy wet but I like my hundreds all neat
I'm kinda drained 'cause a nigga been lookin' at these pounds and weighing up all week
Ain't on no court but you know I'ma hit the mall and ball like Joel Embiid
All these chains around my neck just like a slave except I'm free
Heard she charge you for the pussy, damn, she let me hit it free
You think that being a slimeball cool, I don't, I guess we don't agree
You niggas already lost, you niggas might as well take a knee
I keep them shooters with me and you know they aim shit
Lil' mama seen a nigga in person and almost fainted
My Air Forces clean, you know they custom painted
I swear these broke niggas be speaking another language
I trap so hard just like I'm Drink God, all these bottles of sour and paint
Avoiding these cars, I ain't usin' my Wayz app
Nigga better bring my money like ASAP
Nigga, my wrist be rocky like A$AP
I was on the block every night like Suge
Bass guitar like I knew I could
Now I got bad bitches treating me good
Gotta make sure I'm goin' hard on all these verses
Gotta upgrade all my straps 'cause niggas lurkin'
I can't leave it in the car, I got it on person
Got your bitch shotgun in the foreign and we swervin'

I hit that bitch one time, you know she ain't a virgin
I hit the club, yeah, you know they let them birds in (Let's go)
Niggas tryna ride the wave but bitch, we surfin'
And niggas talkin' on the 'Gram gon' get 'em in person
I pop them Percs, yeah, that's my meds, it got me nauseous
I keep the stick, I got that tint, you better keep cautious
If you not talkin' 'bout no check, I'm tired of talking
I got this water 'round my neck but not a dolphin
These niggas so shady, boy, you gotta pay me or we gonna give you heat
You goin' so crazy on the daily, I made sixty in a week
Oh, that's your baby? She a nympho, she be fuckin' up my sheets
I passed that thot ho to my kinfolk, yeah, these bitches is some freaks
Makin' that wrist skrrt 'til your wrist hurt, you gon' remix up a key
You goin' berserk in that new vert, doin' a hundred down the street
Put you on a t-shirt, hell, you can get hurt if you play with FBG
Nigga put in work, rich, came from the dirt, we was servin' A to Z
It's lot of money on the East Side, yeah, they know who run the city
Every state, I get a new vibe, fuck a bitch because she pretty
And in the streets better keep your shoes tied 'cause these niggas really gritty
Feel like every week we be like, "Who that man was having to the city?"

Trauma Tone