Money Man is at it again with a rapid flurry of lyrics distancing himself from fake friends and jealousy. He highlights his take on personal success and what it takes to get there whilst keeping fans on their toes with a unique hook melody summoned from his arsenal.
[Verse 1]
He a fuck nigga we can't collab
Every shooter they take out the trash
Cuban look like they shattered some glass
Lit up a blunt up of Biscotti with bae
Sale a bell at the extended stay
Lil nigga stay in your place
'fore you get shot in the face
Had to upgrade my diamonds they clearer
I see M's getting nearer and nearer
Love my BM, she down to the grave
Wifi turn my trap into a wraith
Got the AMG parked in the cave
Don't forget and I never forgave
Shipment gone so we yellin' hooray
Half a ton, it got gone in a day
Blow gelato smoke all in your face
Kick up my motor then race
Ice out my Ankh, I got faith
In the streets I'm the don, I'm the greatest
Every bad bitch got me on their playlist
She stay down so I love on my ole lady
Bumpin' Gucci ain't listenin' to Jay-Z
I ain't Drake but I'm burnin' with Baby
Got locked up 3 times for this weed shit
Keep your lil favors I don't need shit
Choppa like a cannibal it eat shit
Christian Lou-B's I can read bitch
Water on my chain make 'em seasick
[Chorus]
Like a pound I'ma bust down a rollie
You ain't my friend, you ain't my homie
Run the racks up all by my lonely
Gucci sneaks I'ma fast on the Y-3
Different designer if a nigga need an idea
Little whore that lil mama finna ride me
50k for the motherfuckin' timepiece
Shoot 'em dead at the store on aisle 3
If I'm broke then I'ma go do a robbery
I done turned to a hot commodity
She lookin' in my eye while I'm talkin'
Freight train ain't nobody stoppin' me
Ran up them racks by my lonesome
So I can't let no one hold nothing
Pockets so swole like a buff nigga
Quit All That Talk, You ain't tough nigga
[Verse 2]
I'm starting to lose all my faith in you
Knew from the jump not to fuck with you
I ain't got no love I ain't loveable
No I'm not soft, I'm not hug-able
When I was in jail had to muscle through
Only time I feel right is when touchin' you
You get out of bounds and I'm bustin' you
Go to court them crackers be judgin' you
You a bitch so I can't say what's up to you
She wanna eat me just like I'm a lunchable
Leather seat got the coup feeling comfortable
When she suck me the feeling phenomenal
My hacker a geek he at Comicon
Can't eat shit today cause it's Ramadan
Catch a play serve the petro at a marathon
When I pull out that stick they get teary-eyed
Told lil shawty come here let me feel your vibe
Too many hoes in my dm I can't decide
When I mash_in that Demon she terrified
All the bitches I talk to are verified
Been recordin' all night so I'm very tired
Been trappin all night so I'm very tired
That shit I burn make your body feel paralyzed
Shit I burn make your body feel paralyzed
[Chorus]
Like a pound I'ma bust down a rollie
You ain't my friend, you ain't my homie
Run the racks up all by my lonely
Gucci sneaks I'ma fast on the Y-3
Different designer if a nigga need an idea
Little whore that lil mama finna ride me
50k for the motherfuckin' timepiece
Shoot 'em dead at the store on aisle 3
If I'm broke then I'ma go do a robbery
I done turned to a hot commodity
She lookin' in my eye while I'm talkin'
Freight train ain't nobody stoppin' me
Ran up them racks by my lonesome
So I can't let no one hold nothing
Pockets so swole like a buff nigga
Quit All That Talk you ain't tough nigga
Lonesome was written by Money Man.
Lonesome was produced by Trauma Tone.