Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 24, artist - Money Man. Date of issue: 01.03.2020
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24 |
| (Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up) |
| Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy |
| R.I.P. |
| Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. |
| 24 |
| I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours |
| Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains |
| VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers |
| I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter |
| Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her |
| I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower |
| Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto |
| Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door |
| I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo |
| Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin' condo |
| White collar diamonds, nigga ballin' like Lonzo |
| These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco |
| Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo |
| I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke |
| Banana Cream Cake in my motherfuckin' headwrap |
| If I don't like the smell, then the pack get sent back |
| If I don't like his energy, I push a nigga shit back |
| Megan had us all listenin' to Bagg, big facts |
| Megan had us all listenin' to stream, big facts |
| All that slick talkin' finna get a nigga kidnapped |
| Gelonade got a nigga finna go and lift off |
| I'ma empty out the magazine when I'm pissed off |
| I'm on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked |
| My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep |
| I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique |
| I'ma hit from the rear, I wan' grab her obliques |
| I ain't got time in the day for my females be mad at me |
| Internet racks, I'ma run it up rapidly |
| She know I'm vicious, I'm fuckin' her savagely |
| She know I get racks, she know my mentality |
| Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga |
| Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan' on a nigga |
| Yeah, pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga |
| Anybody try, yeah, I'ma blam on niggas |
| I'm the head bad guy, fifty different gridlines |
| Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline |
| I was over drippin', I should start my own clothing line |
| Got two jits, dawg, I'll die for both of mine |
| I ain't never satisfied 'til my money increase |
| Fucked up the profile, too many inquiries |
| They be low-key hatin', I can hear 'em whispering |
| All these baguette chains, you can see 'em glimmering |
| Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock |
| I ain't playin' no games, I ain't sparin' no opps |
| It's a full moon now, so I'm burnin' Moon Rock |
| Livin' off schemes, why is he on tip-top? |
| Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy |
| R.I.P. |
| Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. |
| 24 |
| I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours |
| Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains |
| VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers |
| I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter |
| Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her |
| I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower |
| Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto |
| Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door |
| I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo |
| Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin' condo |
| White collar diamonds, nigga ballin' like Lonzo |
| These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco |
| Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo |
| I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke |