| I drop a song and I might not promote it
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| I’m in the trap, music isn’t the focus
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| They see all these racks and they start to get jealous
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| I can’t fuck these bitches these bitches be petty
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| I con switching noodles ain’t talking spaghetti
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| I’m riding on Forges, I’m riding Pirelli’s
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| I ate nothing but veggies I’m trying to be healthy
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| I’m stacking them blues I’m just trying to be wealthy
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| I trap on the low, I’m just trying to be stealthy
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| I’m burning this money, these 20's be melting
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| This shit right here gas so it’s quickly selling
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| These niggas get caught and they quickly telling
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| I’m smoking OG I’m jus' smoking my elder
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| Two months ago I went shopping in Belgium
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| Too lazy to drive them so nigga I mailed them
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| You ain’t fuck me good enough baby you failed
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| I done lost a whole load and that shit right there scary
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| Came up under wolves in the streets they prepared me
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| Let that whole clip, go I bet you won’t dare me
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| Got a bitch on my bed dripping juices and berries
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| All this weed in the crib I got loud in the pantry
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| Keep a stick by the front door that shit come in handy
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| I think he police 'cause he acting too antsy
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| I cut that bitch off she was acting too fancy
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| I dropped off a teacher and picked up a dancer
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| She disappointed I’m never romantic
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| Plug on the lite that’s that nigga Hispanic
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| If he don’t get paid on time he have a tantrum
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| This is expensive weed you understand me
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| GMO free wraps 'cause I don’t want cancer
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| Send you a box with the shipping and handling
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| My neighborhood hot 'cause I serve out a mansion
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| Brick of some white girl it’s looking like dandruff
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| I dropped off 3 bags to my nigga in Clanton
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| Walked in to Walmart I swiped it for tablets
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| In Walmart alone I made 80 from gadgets
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| A bitch heard my song and said Money you spazzin'
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| F&N on me this shit right here plastic
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| Vacuum sealed hundreds they stuffed in my attic
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| Fuck that plain Jane shit I’m flooding the Patek
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| Too short to holster they under my jacket
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| Gotta clean up the trap spot this shit looking nasty
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| Dark skin 223, this shit look ashy
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| My plug dropped me fifty, I took them shits gladly |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Healthy , by - Money Man. Song from the album Paranoia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп