Testo No Lies - Money Man
Testo della canzone No Lies (Money Man), tratta dall'album Epidemic (Deluxe)
(Jai Beats on the track, boy)
Britches, they be Chrome Heart, foreign car push-start
Scammers in my call log, they just wanna ball, dawg
Even if I was on a cliff, I could never ever fall off
I was catchin' plays at Kenny's store on the east side on Ward Drive
We gon' spray his partner repeatedly, we got a point to prove
She gon' fuck me the best she ever did, she got a point to prove
All we get is victories, we make it a point to never lose
Sell my soul for fame and money, it's somethin' I'll never ever do
When it comes to gettin' money, I got multiple avenues
They'll never believe in you, they'd rather sit and laugh at you
When you need them niggas the most
They probably turn they back on you
Everythin' I say is factual, ain't no lies in it
Get back from Toronto, I'ma burn it, then ball like Siakam
When we pull up in them foreigns, they like, "Damn, them boys a problem"
Mini-mansion in the Lou, all that from the Xan' and molly
Ridin' in the Ghost, dawg, like my partner got conjured
Know I scheme and money launder, labels makin' big assumptions
I'm fly like a UFO, like a fuckin' flyin' saucer
Everybody comedians, makin' jokes, but I'm unbothered
I ain't focused on the next nigga, I just want commas
I can call a hit on anybody, like the Godfather
I just want them pesos, pesos, like I'm Sauce Walka
Meet a nigga like me in your lifetime, that is not common
Nigga, we havin' all the juice right now, my opps is not poppin'
Go and get a job, lil' nigga, 'cause y'all is not bosses
We ain't tryna get locked up no more, so we do crime cautious
Walk inside the store and purchase whatever we want
We not window shoppin'
We don't pay attention to blogs, nigga, 'cause we don't do the gossip
Britches, they be Chrome Heart, foreign car push-start
Scammers in my call log, they just wanna ball, dawg
Even if I was on a cliff, I could never ever fall off
I was catchin' plays at Kenny's store on the east side on Ward Drive
We gon' spray his partner repeatedly, we got a point to prove
She gon' fuck me the best she ever did, she got a point to prove
All we get is victories, we make it a point to never lose
Sell my soul for fame and money, it's somethin' I'll never ever do
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Writer(s): Tysen Bolding, Joel Puente, Jaidyn Hullum
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