Letra Insane de Money Man

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Red eye

2023

01. Drums
02. Biggest lie
03. Insane
04. Law
05. Arms race
06. Traits
07. Contributions
08. Saweetie
09. Ain't ya friend
10. Latest gen
11. Today
12. Jet speed
13. Opposite
14. Vory

Insane

Niggas talk behind your back, then play dumb when you confront 'em
While you playin' Call of Duty, I'm outside sellin' pounds in onions
Ask my mom what I got caught with they kicked me out of school
We split this crip so many times he had to pack his shit up and move

Call this bitch from Georgia Southern, said she love my lazy eye
You can't get up in this car if you ain't hoppin' in with fire
Never let a nigga sit in your back seat when you catch plays
I bought bullets by the thousands, I got ammunition for days
Fuck them dogs, they can't smell it cause I vaccum sealed it twice
If you broke and ain't got motion, I'm not tryin' to hear your advice
I can't trust no nigga where I'm from cause all those niggas are sheisty
If she really love a nigga, she'll put these pistols in her name
The only time we go on dates is if I'm takin' her to the range
Pull up lettin 'off this helium they dashing like they dazed
If I ever bang, I say fuck that shit and turn the same
I can't look up to a nigga who just hit licks and cannot hustle
Me and you is not the same if you never had the struggle
Had to turn up on these folks, cause I got tired of being humble
If I send you on a mission I swear to God, you better not fumble
I ain't vibin' with no bitch unless she on the shit I'm on
These niggas broke and petty as hell they out here robbin' for some phones
On the first lick I hit I split a 100 with a bro
How the fuck you run your trap, but you can't even control your hoes

Niggas talk behind your back, then play dumb when you confront 'em
While you playin' Call of Duty, I'm outside sellin' pounds in onions
Ask my mom what I got caught with they kicked me out of school
We split this crip so many times he had to pack his shit up and move

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Call this bitch from Georgia Southern, said she love my lazy eye
You can't get up in this car if you ain't hoppin' in with fire
Never let a nigga sit in your back seat when you catch plays
I bought bullets by the thousands, I got ammunition for days
Fuck them dogs, they can't smell it cause I vaccum sealed it twice
If you broke and ain't got motion, I'm not tryin' to hear your advice
I can't trust no nigga where I'm from cause all those niggas are sheisty
If she really love a nigga, she'll put these pistols in her name
The only time we go on dates is if I'm takin' her to the range
Pull up lettin 'off this helium they dashing like they dazed
If I ever bang, I say fuck that shit and turn the same
I can't look up to a nigga who just hit licks and cannot hustle
Me and you is not the same if you never had the struggle
Had to turn up on these folks, cause I got tired of being humble
If I send you on a mission I swear to God, you better not fumble
I ain't vibin' with no bitch unless she on the shit I'm on
These niggas broke and petty as hell they out here robbin' for some phones
On the first lick I hit I split a 100 with a bro
How the fuck you run your trap, but you can't even control your hoes