Style On Me lyrics

[Intro]
Rich girl
Super Earz
D-Roc, D-Roc

[Chorus: Money Man]
Designer everything, know you can't style on me
My n*ggas wild homie
Just left the house, but I forgot I had a bag of gas on me
And a large amount of cash on me
When I turn it at the house she gonna feel some type of way about it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
She tryin' her best to hide it
That n*gga fake, he tryin' his best to hide it
But I see right inside it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I see her choosiness written all over on her face (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Pc's on my Rav4
f*ck it, n*gga, gotta lie for it
She keep it real with me (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Jumped in the water, had to learn to swim with the shark
pus*y n*gga probably never left his front yard
And now he hard
These n*ggas kill me these days
With all their feminine ways
I know what they did, yeah, I smell the pus*y on you
These n*ggas never learn until you educate 'em with a stick in they face
Then they jump right back in their place
They try their hardest to stay safe
He think I'm dumb, like I ain't never seen a n*gga lurk before
I'm just gonna dump this sh*t and let it go
She tryin' her hardest not to catch feelings 'cause she done been hurt before
Scared n*gga acted like you've never seen work before
I still remember the other day when i ain't have a dime
Then I forgot about it
Had some problems with a couple n*ggas in the streets and they forgot about it
They'll probably get shot about it
Lil' n*gga you not about it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
[Chorus: Money Man and Birdman]
Designer everything, know you can't style on me
My n*ggas wild homie
Just left the house, but I forgot I had a bag of gas on me
And a large amount of cash on me (Yeah)
When I turn it at the house she gonna feel some type of way bout it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
She tryin' her best to hide it (Rich Gang)
That n*gga fake, he tryin' his best to hide it
But I see right inside it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I see her choosiness written all over on her face (Uh-huh uh-huh) (Yeah)
Pc's on my Rav4
f*ck it, n*gga, gotta lie for it
She keep it real with me (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Birdman]
80 days, 50 whips
80 days, 50 chips
Eight figures on the B side, we suicide for them chips
Same ways on the sea side, I'm on the east side, move chips
The same ways on the south side, and the west side, and we dip
Big fish with the big waves
Helicopter them fast days
Six keys with no side way
Stay high, b*tch gettin paid
'84, i got my first brick
'94, i got a 100 whips
Stayin' extra with the choppa
pus*y n*gga, I poppin'
Duck tapes with them clips
Serve a n*gga, done been
pus*y n*gga, can't win
pus*y n*gga, been tense
n*ggas, know how we do it
Iced up and we fluid
Stay fly, n*gga, rich n*gga
No love lost 'fore they blew it (pus*y)
[Chorus: Money Man]
Designer everything, know you can't style on me
My n*ggas wild homie
Just left the house, but I forgot I had a bag of gas on me
And a large amount of cash on me
When I turn it at the house she gonna feel some type of way bout it (Uh-huh, uh-huh) (Rich Gang)
She tryin' her best to hide it
That n*gga fake, he tryin' his best to hide it
But I see right inside it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I see her choosiness written all over on her face (Uh-huh uh-huh)
Pc's on my Rav4
f*ck it, n*gga, gotta lie for it
She keep it real with me (Uh-huh, uh-huh)