Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Influential, artist - Money Man. Date of issue: 28.04.2022
Song language: English
Influential |
| I can’t lie, I’m influential |
| Might just take off temperamental |
| Had them youngins call me Flippa |
| Fuck these hoes, ain’t sentimental |
| Got the bag, I made it triple |
| Charge 'em, bussin' down the |
| Split them racks right down the middle |
| Evil thoughts, Dracs' and Glocks |
| Pounds of Percs, all in the spot |
| Lil' bruh and them keep serving Fent', they made it hot |
| Should I go to court today? Maybe not |
| How you make it this far? I had to pray a lot |
| When I’m 'round the police, I don’t say a lot |
| My white floor look like Oscar Reeves |
| My black bitch look like Jayda Cheeves |
| She love to come, do birds and bees |
| I’m traffic, transportation fees |
| Had to tat' my back and sleeves |
| I fuck with the |
| but fuck the |
| That stick and compact is all I need |
| They love to follow, I took the lead |
| Damn, her body influential |
| Never lack, I keep a pistol |
| Killers they’ll shoot up your vigil |
| Louis, compliments of Virgil |
| , all I know is murder, for real |
| I’ll kill a burglar |
| Fly as fuck inside the Givenchy, I might just experience turbulence |
| I’m clutchin' 'cause I’m paranoid, last night I read The Art of War |
| If you broke, what you talkin' for? |
| Told the circle whatever’s mines is yours |
| Love the way she make it clap |
| Love the way she throw it back |
| She said, «Hold the Range controller» |
| I said, «Bae, I’m ready for it» |
| Micro dose it, keep me goin' |
| I can feel my blood flowin' |
| On that vegan Oreo, I can feel my brain flowin' |
| Me and J-Rod chainsmoke |
| Move or he’ll bust your head open |
| Take some drugs to calm me down, I got PTSD |
| I’m a king so bend a knee |
| I work hard, ain’t nothin' free |
| We gon' shoot them niggas flee |
| Paid eight hunnid for the fee |
| At the Gallows’s straight from Bree |
| They know Money Man a G |
| I can’t lie, I’m influential |
| Might just take off temperamental |
| Had them youngins call me Flippa |
| Fuck these hoes, ain’t sentimental |
| Got the bag, I made it triple |
| Charge 'em, bussin' down the |
| Split them racks right down the middle |
| Evil thoughts, Dracs' and Glocks |
| Pounds of Percs, all in the spot |
| Lil' bruh and them keep serving Fent', they made it hot |
| Should I go to court today? Maybe not |
| How you make it this far? I had to pray a lot |
| When I’m 'round the police, I don’t say a lot |