Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mansa Musa, artist - Anderson .Paak.
Date of issue: 14.11.2018
Song language: English
Mansa Musa |
Back on my bullshit |
I got some money to blow, I’m lookin' good, bitch |
Even as the king, I stay hood rich |
Mansa Musa, gold jewelry |
Ooh, what’chu talkin' 'bout? |
Shit, gold toothpicks |
Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' |
All they do throw shots at the king, it’s foolish |
It’s Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch! |
Uh, my money, money, pocket so dummy |
That mean my money so sick, I might just cough up a hunnid |
Rich gyal in me own time zone, fuck whoever |
Shit, you gotta love me |
Now if you owe me mine, better run it |
A hunnid miles and runnin', yeah, I’m comin', still gunnin' |
Shit that we be on, you could hate it or love it |
And if I said it, then I meant it, muh fucker, who want it? |
Now I’ve been on some different shit lately |
Like I need to dumb it down for this hip hop scene |
Like I only come around for this type shit here |
If I have to bust around, it’s on the hits, my dear |
Now what we gwan do with all these hits over here? |
Go up in smoke when I disappear, reappear |
Hah, I’m just bein' sincere |
Boss shit, how we do it? |
Crack music, top tier, nigga |
Shut it down, my nigga, chill |
We could see right through that bullshit |
You pussy, nigga, we could tell |
Better believe my product sell |
Made a billion off my bullshit and did it, nigga, high as hell |
Overachiever, nigga, I excel |
If my name is on this muhfucker, better believe the stock’s up |
Professional winners around us |
Gotta fly, leave the buildin', levitatin' on you motherfucks |
Back on my bullshit |
I got some money to blow, I’m lookin' good, bitch |
Even as the king, I stay hood rich |
Mansa Musa, gold jewelry |
Ooh, what’chu talkin' 'bout? |
Shit, gold toothpicks |
Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' |
All they do throw shots at the king, it’s foolish |
It’s Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch! |
Mummy wrap, double back, gimmie that |
Real rich niggas never advertise that |
Broke niggas always playin' rich, puttin' on an act |
Whoa, nigga, when your money grow, maybe we could chat |
But in the meantime, I remain streamlined |
Stackin' my ends if ever my money decline |
I double my wins, now look how my whole team shine |
Hell no, blow out my dough, I’m tryna keep mine |
Nigga, fuck that snow up your nose, it’s fuckin' ski time |
Ho-ho, call up the hoes, it’s shoppin' spree time |
Don’t nobody roll in a Rolls Royce where we from |
So I’m goin' stupid as soon as I get a lil' sum |
Dumb, they should have never gave you niggas money! |
Hey, watch your mouth boy, you don’t ball, boy |
You don' maxin' out credit cards, boy |
I’ma cash cow, you a hog wart |
Tell you anything, you would fall for it |
Get the piece, you don’t really want war |
Why the mean mug? |
That’s uncalled for |
Now I’m back on my bullshit |
I got some money to blow, I’m lookin' good, bitch |
Even as the king, I stay hood rich |
Mansa Musa, gold jewelry |
Ooh, what’chu talkin' 'bout? |
Shit, gold toothpicks |
Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' |
All they do throw shots at the king, it’s foolish |
It’s Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch! |