Correction Paroles July 30th Freestyle par Money Man

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(JR)

Did the math on all these n***as, somethin' here ain't addin' up
We used to sit inside the trap with zaza, n***a, and bag it up
We ain't have no sacks, all these dusty hoes would laugh at us
My girl bad as f**k, she need a punishment, she actin' up
She bend over, back it up, your last tape was wack as f**k
I just bought a Lambo' truck just to pick my spirits up
R.I.P. my fallen soldiers, they all near and dear to us
They respect, they fear in us, only place to go is up
Mask the pain, I'm pourin' up
pu**y n***a seen a body and on the scene, he started throwin' up
Opps mad we blowin' up
n***a, ain't no ho in us
Only thing I wonder is how the f**k the love turn to hate so quick?
Yeah
We got commas, we don't stress
Always workin', never rest
And got bags on private jets
I wanna dive inside your legs
Kickin' sh*t [?][0:55]
Every night, I'm crashin', and the next day, act like I never knew her
I keep three or four shooters
n***as send them pipes 'cause we push muscle cars, yeah
Jealous that I been countin' triple y'all, yeah
First this sh*t was mini, but now it's bigger, dawg, yeah
R.I.P. my rounds, I swear I'm missin' y'all
Every song be hard, that boy don't miss at all
When the gang come spin, them boys won't miss at all, b*t*h
We gon' come for blood, so n***a, don't diss at all
I'm just tryna be an agent like I'm Rich Paul
Bein' too nice to n***as, man, that's probably one of my biggest flaws
Tryna perfect my craft this week, I'm focused, I won't answer calls
Two of my partners beefin', it went too far, it's too late to get involved
Loaded up on weapons just to make sure all my problems solved
Drop a four inside a twenty, I'ma watch the drank dissolve
All this money got me shopping daily at the nicest mall
Don't take pride in bein' broke, if it's up, you know it's smoke
Now we flyin' first class, at first, we ain't have no hope

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