Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Presale, artist - Money Man.
Date of issue: 28.04.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Presale |
You see we got gang ties |
Young niggas, they slang nine |
Twin flames got the same mind |
Plus hoes got the same grind |
You gon' snitch, it take time |
And he know I on’t side |
I ain’t have no co-sign |
Damn, lil' mama a real dime |
They gon' try and stop us, it’s don’t matter we gon' prevail |
The pack ain’t make it yet, but leave a deposite, that’s a presale |
I know scammers who done made a million off a email |
Spinners hit that boy and they left nothin' but his entrails |
Lamborghini with the custom seats, look at the details |
How the fuck grown ass man act like some females? |
Drankin' nothin' but water today, I’m liftin' in my tee cells |
Made my girl a millionaire, she rich off clothing resale |
She a nerd, she workin' hard |
She the baddest bitch in charge |
Oh, you gang? Then take the charge |
Oh, you gang? You best be smart |
Got too many methods on the phone, I’m scammin' Instacart |
Green apple that shit it taste like tart |
City bank, I’m draining funds |
Burnin' candy, heavy lungs |
Come here baby, use your tongue |
Take this dick from me, don’t run |
this shit and run |
Pussy they can’t stop my run |
Right now I’m just havin' fun, I’ma leave all these racks for my son, on God |
Yeah, them niggas ain’t safe to hang around, you might get robbed |
Feelin' like Big Polly |
Like I run the muthafuckin' mob |
Threw my dawg a pack of sixty M’s, just like I threw a log |
How they fuck the money keep it so real when he doin' fraud? |
You see we got gang ties |
Young niggas, they slang nine |
Twin flames got the same mind |
Plus hoes got the same grind |
You gon' snitch, it take time |
And he know I on’t side |
I ain’t have no co-sign |
Damn, lil' mama a real dime |
They gon' try and stop us, it’s don’t matter we gon' prevail |
The pack ain’t make it yet, but leave a deposite, that’s a presale |
I know scammers who done made a million off a email |
Spinners hit that boy and they left nothin' but his entrails |