Money Man lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey, go ahead, Infinite)
(My n*gga Johnny got another one)

[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
Once you know you got it, you ain't gotta give her nothin'
Off the drank, me and Vezz made crazy money
Pour a three in a Big Blue, call it Baby Money
Talkin' 'bows and you barely got grown money
Real street n*gga, I converted to a bossman
Makin' floor plans, used to pray for a hundred grand
I scam, rap, and deal, I'm like Money Man
If one of my brothers low, I'ma cut him in
If I ever say it on a song, it's a fact
Before I wrote a rap, I was lookin' like I rapped
I ain't talkin' mail when I say I sold stamps
Tryna build your brand, split the money with the camp
Lou Gram

[Verse 2: NipscoGang Foreign]
Come and spend the money with thе chef
I guess I got good karma, I just pulled up in thе freshest
The n*gga said he gon' what? We gon' backdoor and blitz him
I paid a stack for this black belt, but I don't know jiu-jitsu (Nah)
Where you come from? b*tch, where your credentials?
Get the brick and I wrap it up like an instrumental
Slide in the fish bowl, we let shots out the rental
I ain't even hit your b*tch on purpose, that was accidental (My bad)
Come and get a dog, I got a kennel
You ain't the plug or the outlet, you Malcolm in the Middle
You wanna smoke this double homi? Twenty-eight for a pillow
Last n*gga played with the gang, they left him in the 'spital
Lookin' at a couple M's, it's just me and Lou (Me and Lou)
I'm a young fly n*gga, need a parachute (A parachute)
Brodie said stay dangerous, I'm prepared to shoot (Yeah)
How the f*ck you got a blicky on you and you scared to shoot?
[Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
I'm with the mob, ain't gotta talk, you know what they'd do (Yeah)
Hundred rounds in that Drac', knock off a head or two (Hmm)
Heard you made a diss song, could barely play it through
'22 Ghost USA, white and red and blue
Been havin' motion for a minute, yeah, we big shifters (Shifters)
Hit the club thirty deep, we got sticks with us
Huh, thirsty hoes in the club takin' pics with us
Throwin' dog sh*t inside the club, you throwin' lint in it
Twenty-fours on the Wraith, I call it Money Train (Big Ice)
n*gga playin' with that cheese, get your onion baked (pus*y)
n*gga out here spendin' checks, I don't wanna save (Nah)
Put thirty-twos on a dually truck, switchin' double lanes