Letra Quick to judge Money Man

Quick to judge

Niggas quick to judge, but they don't know what I done been through
Have my nigga come through and erase you like a pencil
My bitch super bad, she got a Birkin and Shih Tzu
Balencis now, but use to do Giuseppe with the Christian
Walking out of Tiffany's with Tiffany and Crystal
My chick, she got that drip, she look like she just left the runway
Pull up in that Bentley truck and scoop her like a sundae
On Gelato 41, you know it's in a hemp wrap
Come and take your lil' sack, you know that we won't give it back
Versace, Dior, Dolce, boy, you know my outfit mismatch
First time I hit Cali, I had found a plug on WeedMaps
I just want relations, bae, I ain't tryna offend you
I ain't tryna be your partner, I ain't tryna friend you
Called up all my opps and told 'em, "It ain't shit to end you"
Heard your past was broken, yeah, I heard you kinda fragile

She ask me did I swipe? I said a nigga might dabble
ATM's in different states, a nigga might travel
Highrise in the city, so you know I'm livin' rent-free
I can't be a ho, I'll never let a nigga pimp me
I ain't wanna hurt her, so I turned her down gently
She say that she a savage, so I went and bought her Fenty
She not with the police, but she wanna come and frisk me
When you tryna run it up, you gotta be consistent
It's an epidemic, I'm a nationwide enigma
Gotta get them racks at all costs, I got follow-through
I want commas, If it ain't about it, I won't talk to you
Make them digits go up, niggas thought it wasn't possible
Pull up in that 'Vette with the horse, and now I'm dusting you
All they do is fibulate, so how can I put trust in you?
I don't think you understand, bae, how much I lust for you
I been in the gym liftin' weights, I might come muscle you

Niggas quick to judge, but they don't know what I done been through
Have my nigga come through and erase you like a pencil
My bitch super bad, she got a Birkin and Shih Tzu
Balencis now, but use to do Giuseppe with the Christian
Walking out of Tiffany's with Tiffany and Crystal
My chick, she got that drip, she look like she just left the runway
Pull up in that Bentley truck and scoop her like a sundae
On Gelato 41, you know it's in a hemp wrap
Come and take your lil' sack, you know that we won't give it back
Versace, Dior, Dolce, boy, you know my outfit mismatch
First time I hit Cali, I had found a plug on WeedMaps
I just want relations, bae, I ain't tryna offend you
I ain't tryna be your partner, I ain't tryna friend you
Called up all my opps and told 'em, "It ain't shit to end you"
Heard your past was broken, yeah, I heard you kinda fragile