Lyrics In Style - Money Man

In Style

My niggas savage and wild
They smokin' that Black & Mild
Police kill niggas everyday
Rob a bell I had to make a way
Hit the pressure then fade away
Hit the pressure then fade away
What’s the deal lil mama
I tried to bail lil mama
I tried to chill lil' mama
I keep it real lil' mama
I wore Buscemi’s to trial
They gon' lock me up in style
My niggas savage and wild
They smokin' that Black and Mild
I wore some Fendi to trial
They gon' lock me up In style
My niggas savage and wild
They smokin' that Black and Mild
I went to court In some Ferragamo
I went to court in some Ferragamo
Just bought a bag for my baby mama
I went to trial with Buscemi’s on
I shot a bird at your honor
Lil mama just keep it honest with me
Where does your loyalty lie
When the shit hit the fan
Lil mama is you gon' ride
I make her wave goodbye
BC a nigga try
Last night a robber tried
Last night that nigga died
I got way too much pride
I just can’t let a nigga slide
Drum jungle my niggas wild
They gon' lock a nigga up in style
I dropped a ticket for no reason
Especially when the time grow season
I take them plants and I Irrigate em'
They said I want an interrogation
I rock that Oyster Perpetual
I need some healin' that sexual
The chances I’m taking are federal
I grow this misery medical
Police kill niggas everyday
Rob a bell I had to make a way
Hit the pressure then fade away
Hit the pressure then fade away
What’s the deal lil mama
I tried to bail lil mama
I tried to chill lil' mama
I keep it real lil' mama
I wore Buscemi’s to trial
They gon' lock me up in style
My niggas savage and wild
They smokin' that Black and Mild
I wore some Fendi to trial
They gon' lock me up In style
My niggas savage and wild
They smokin' that Black and Mild