Money Man

"Exotic (Long Money)"

[Chorus]
(Yung Lan on the track)
Exotic, exotic, exotic
(James about that check, boy)
Exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic

[Verse 1]
I be at home alone, I be seein' all the spirits of my dead homies
All these blue hundreds, all these twenties, n*gga got dead homies
I was dead wrong when I hit my plug
But a n*gga went broke so I took the n*gga bud
They don't wanna help you out, they don't wanna see you grow up
Always selling out of gas, I can never sell enough
I be lustin' for your body, we can never f*ck enough
Lost a couple partners to the federal employees
Baby, I'm a boss, how the f*ck can you employ me?
I ain't had no money, that condition, it was temporary
Hit her from the back, I ain't tryna do no missionary
I can see the M's so I'm feelin' like a visionary
All these big words, damn, they think I read the dictionary
Damn, her body too crazy, new coupe 280
Lil Gotit, Hood Baby (Woo)
Christian Loubs on my feet, yeah, them multicolor new joints
When you in the trap, boy, you better be on point
If you come with a group, I'm killin' your homeboy
Nothin' but foreigns be in my envoy
Undisputed champ, n*gga, like I'm P Troy
Bought my b*tch a G-Wagen, she so appreciative
Told my lazy partner, "Go and get you some initiative"
Nosy-ass b*tch, why the f*ck you so inquisitive?
I just talked to Ralo on the phone, I'ma visit him
Don't pull up to the trap unannounced, no visitors
I don't know where your lips been, girl, no kissin' ya
I'ma unzip these Amiris, all this di*k in 'em
She don't need a shovel, I can tell that she diggin' me
Showed him twenty bands and the driver said, "You blessed me"
Told my old lady, "Shut the hell up, don't stress me"
Open up the Lambo' door for chivalry
Lil' n*gga, they don't want smoke like hickory
Roof disappear on the coupe, it's a mystery
She ain't got a stomach no more, the doctor handled that
I'ma put 'em up myself, I'ma handle that
85 racks in the Louis V fanny pack
Chillin' in the trap with the pound playin' Piddy Pat

[Chorus]
Exotic, exotic, exotic
My clientele purchase exotic
I blow exquisite exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic

[Verse 2]
Whole load of Runtz straight from the manufacturer
I'ma crack a b*tch back just like a chiropractor
I just bought five acres, I just purchased me a tractor
Whole lot of bad hoes find me attractive
I just want to travel 'round the worldwide atlas
I don't wanna be famous, n*gga might quit rappin'
Punch ya in the mouth, lil' n*gga, quit yackin'
Everything designer, I ain't talkin' 'bout graphics
Stuffin' exotic in a dark brown package
I'ma have a bad b*tch receive it and grab it
Lone wolf n*gga, I don't trust these maggots
Go and get some money, be a man, quit slackin' (Woo)
Jumped off the porch, then had to make it happen
Just like a turtle, yeah, n*gga be snappin'
Read these n*ggas, I feel telepathic

[Chorus]
Exotic, exotic, exotic
My clientele purchase exotic
I blow exquisite exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic

[Outro]
Exotic, exotic, exotic
My clientele purchase exotic
I blow exquisite exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic

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