Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Elusive, artist - Money Man. Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Elusive |
| I got my main lady rockin' Hermès |
| She’ll hold it down if I go to the feds |
| I put these racks from the trap on your head |
| In less than twenty-four hours, he dead |
| I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now |
| When we let the stick hit, better duck down |
| Ain’t no talk when we shootin', it’s up now |
| Ain’t no changin' the price, I can’t come down |
| My vibe is expanded, my music organic |
| I’m not from this planet, my shooters satanic |
| My countertops granite, she ain’t got no panties |
| I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit |
| My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent |
| I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it |
| We all on the same page, you know we congruent |
| I run from the cops, boy, you know I’m elusive |
| The Circle and money, to me, that’s important |
| My car is imported, my wrist got imported |
| She try to come join me |
| I keep that shit different, I’m never conforming |
| I keep that shit Louis, you know what I’m sporting |
| I keep that shit MJ, we fucked in some Jordans |
| We ridin' 'round the city in back-to-back Porsches |
| It’s me and three ladies, we havin' an orgy |
| Fuck it, I think I’ma swipe 'til I’m forty |
| I walked into VLIVE and Magic, it’s stormin' |
| I bought all this ice so you cannot ignore me |
| I bought a McLaren and sat it on Forgis |
| I want the juices and berry, no Gordy |
| I don’t need no engineer to record me |
| Purchased a G Wagen, that’s for my shorty |
| Rappers ain’t safe, so my mama ain’t worried |
| I told my mama I’d kill if I gotta |
| I promise you that you ain’t takin' nada |
| My girl on the bed drinkin' piña colada |
| My car is a 'Vette, but I had an Impala, I count up the dollars |
| I told her don’t spit it out, you better swallow |
| I love when I hit from the back and she holler |
| I need me a launching pad 'cause I got choppers |
| I’m havin' that bread, I be havin' that guala |
| I got my main lady rockin' Hermès |
| She’ll hold it down if I go to the feds |
| I put these racks from the trap on your head |
| In less than twenty-four hours, he dead |
| I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now |
| When we let the stick hit, better duck down |
| Ain’t no talk when we shootin', it’s up now |
| Ain’t no changin' the price, I can’t come down |
| My vibe is expanded, my music organic |
| I’m not from this planet, my shooters satanic |
| My countertops granite, she ain’t got no panties |
| I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit |
| My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent |
| I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it |
| We all on the same page, you know we congruent |
| I run from the cops, boy, you know I’m elusive |
| Ain’t chasin' these women, I’m hurtin' they feelings |
| I’m makin' a killing, I’m tryna get millions |
| I’m juicin', I’m cleansin', they hatin', I sense it |
| You name it, I did it, they copy, they mimic |
| These streets can get wicked, I’m counting my riches |
| I’m gettin' this money, I’m turnin' down bitches |
| I had to wise up, had to cut off some niggas |
| I keep buyin' pistols, I keep buyin' Louis |
| I keep buyin' houses, I keep buyin' jewelry |
| My bully a merle, my Frenchie a fluffy |
| I’m probably gon' make me a quarter from puppies |
| We fill up a trailer and keep that shit truckin' |
| We shoot that shit first, so it’s no need for duckin' |
| She just a thottie, ain’t no need to cuff her |
| My apartment a jungle, my reefer is musty |
| My girl is a queen, you gon' die if you touch her |
| We apes in the jungle, we ready to rumble |
| We hang with the lions and bears and the gators |
| We trap in Dekalb, got a house in Decatur |
| We count up the paper, that 'za is my fragrance |
| I’m gainin' this wisdom, I’m havin' some vision |
| My partners in prison, I pray that I see 'em |
| I got the blueprint, you know I be teachin' |
| He plannin' on robbin' us, we leave him leakin' |
| I got my main lady rockin' Hermès |
| She’ll hold it down if I go to the feds |
| I put these racks from the trap on your head |
| In less than twenty-four hours, he dead |
| I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now |
| When we let the stick hit, better duck down |
| Ain’t no talk when we shootin', it’s up now |
| Ain’t no changin' the price, I can’t come down |
| My vibe is expanded, my music organic |
| I’m not from this planet, my shooters satanic |
| My countertops granite, she ain’t got no panties |
| I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit |
| My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent |
| I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it |
| We all on the same page, you know we congruent |
| I run from the cops, boy, you know I’m elusive |