Bad Intentions lyrics

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Q


[Chorus: Money Man]
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Drippin' on n*ggas like raindrops
Just hit a b*tch she from Bangkok
I got the game in a headlock
They hear my sh*t in they head now
I took an L and im like why God
They seen I ran it up my god
I got a foreign in my garage
These n*gga come with bad intentions
These b*tches come with bad intentions
Fresh like im dead [?]
She shake her ass to the rhythm
Thankful for all my children
I feel a vibe inside
Imma load up the sticks and ride
Imma commit a homicide
Streets got me traumatized
I saw through all the lies
Im beating all the odds
I’m spotting all the fraud
Sold a bag at the Travel Lodge
I'm tryna live lavishly
Plug sending them packs to me
I get em off rapidly
She pretty with confidence
She got plenty of common sense
She gon' ride like a ski bae
All this jewelry on freeze bae
[Money Man]
Do you trust me?
This weed musty
Got gas like pump 3
We swipe and live free
Got off them 70s P’s
They ain't got sh*t on me
Been winning recently
Finna go flood the piece
Finna go rip a beat
[Verse 2: Money Man]
Drop 10 bags on a youngin'
He try me he a dumb n*gga
Pull up in the hood doing doughnuts
Told my n*ggas I'll roll up
Getting to the racks feel so good
That hoe pus*y feel so good
Eatin' everyday like soul food
Organic weed like Whole Foods
These n*ggas act for the cameras
Me And her f*ck like an animal
These n*ggas mad cause I'm talented
Burning this money like a candle lighting
[?]
My chain like a star it shinin' bright
All these strains I'm clearly high
All these stones they memorizing
She know that im a boss she recognize it
All these green trips I got extra mileage
All the brain she give she got extra knowledge
We on Rodeo we swipe for Chanel
We in the Bay and we weigh up the bales
Peruvian weave and she color her nails
D&G T-shirt I got it on sale
Mailed out a bag so I’m checking the mail
I know the federals hot on my trail
Her pus*y so good that I’m under a spell
Risking my freedom Im feeling compelled
I'm bonding right out when they take me to jail
All these flavors I’m making these sales
Hackin' this sh*t and I did it with Dell
n*ggas be scared they runnin' they tell
n*ggas be b*tchin' they tuckin’ they tail
I leave a hole in your head like a whale
I got that green yeah that cabbage, that kale
[Chorus: Money Man]
Drippin' on n*ggas like raindrops
Just hit a b*tch in Bangkok
I got the game in a headlock
They hear my sh*t in they head now
I took an L and im like why God
They seen I ran it up my god
I got a foreign in my garage
These n*gga come with bad intentions
These b*tches come with bad intentions
Fresh like im dead [?]
She shake her ass to the rhythm
Thankful for all my children
I feel a vibe inside
Imma load up the stick and ride
Imma commit a homicide
Streets got me traumatized
I saw through all the lies
Im beating all the odds
I'm spotting all the fraud
Sold a bag at the Travel Lodge
I'm tryna live lavishly
Plug send them packs to me
I get em off rapidly
She pretty with confidence
She got plenty of common sense
She gon' ride like ski bae
All this jewelry on freeze bae
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