Money Man

"Realist sh*t I Never Wrote"

I’m drinkin on Louie
My shoes Versace
Don’t got no feelings
My exotic so potent
My b*tches be choosing every time they smoke
She 20 she throwred
I sip an I pour
I spite this sh*t like a mf poet
b*tch im the realist
She built like a horse she hop on an ride it
Im in the trap I can not control it
I can not let you play me like controller
All these racks in my jeans got me feeling so good
Got a b*tch at the crib an she wet like a ocean
I hit the lil b*tch & told her come over

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