International lyrics

[Hook: Money Man]
My b*tches international
I just might pull up in a grand national
Sippin on mud I got bad habit
Used to sell hard to the crack addicts
Bad b*tches with me no hair nets
I watch out for the back stabbers
b*tch I'm a dog like a bull mastiff
I am the source sell you a brick out the Porsche
You know not to get caught with the horse
I keep it realer than realer can be
She never met a n*gga realer than me
He never heard a number low as mine
They hear the numbers it blow they mind
I want that body, soul, and her mind
I want that FaceTime and behind
I got them diamonds straight from the mines

[Verse 1: Money Man]
I ride around with a young shooter
He come at night like Freddy Kreuger
I got a check like a credit union
I'm in the trap with some Pat Ewings
We out in Phoenix on 4 wheelers
I'm in the bando with gorillas
Ain't got a dime for a gold digger
I keep it 1000 1000 I'm trapping at luxury houses I cool it with swipers
I hit the streets with the eye of the tiger
Money in the oven I'll improvise it
I am a chief got an emphasizer
Took to these streets and I monetize it
Young n*gga might buy Jekyll Island
Bought me a rollie for perfect timing
Hit me a b*tch we'll strip her body
Whole lotta money i’m narrow minded
Ride with a diamond it look like Treya
We up on the green field that's two acres
Then smoke a blunt with an LA Laker
And them two plugs who only fakers
Whippin them porches like wild horses
BC n*ggas we are the sources
These are Buscemi not Air Forces
[Hook: Money Man]
My b*tches international
I just might pull up in a grand national
Sippin on mud I got bad habit
Used to sell hard to the crack addicts
Bad b*tches with me no hair nets
I watch out for the back stabbers
b*tch I'm a dog like a bull mastiff
I am the source sell you a brick out the Porsche
You know not to get caught with the horse
I keep it realer than realer can be
She never met a n*gga realer than me
He never heard a number low as mine
They hear the numbers it blow they mind
I want that body, soul, and her mind
I want that FaceTime and behind
I got them diamonds straight from the mines
[Verse 2: Money Man]
Real n*gga real n*gga real n*gga
Diamonds straight from the Congo
I don't talk strange no convo
I hit two hoes that's a combo
Four stories my condo
Got 10G's on my earlobe
500 peas on the truckload
I got that pack coming from Seattle
I got a migo with it in it's saddle
I was in the courtroom see the judge
Tell me I was guilty then hit the gavel
I hit Mexico and seen Manuel
The next day he sent 10 bells
Young n*gga tryna dodge jail
Young n*gga tryna dodge twelve
Traffic work in a Dodge Ram
Make a play off of [?]
Back and forth out to San Fran
Fish tail Trans Am
Too much money need a money counter
Get it going in 24 hours
Knock you off 24 hours
Slanging blocks just like Dwight Howard
[Hook: Money Man]
My b*tches international
I just might pull up in a grand national
Sippin on mud I got bad habit
Used to sell hard to the crack addicts
Bad b*tches with me no hair nets
I watch out for the back stabbers
b*tch I'm a dog like a bull mastiff
I am the source sell you a brick out the Porsche
You know not to get caught with the horse
I keep it realer than realer can be
She never met a n*gga realer than me
He never heard a number low as mine
They hear the numbers it blow they mind
I want that body, soul, and her mind
I want that FaceTime and behind
I got them diamonds straight from the mines