Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sacrifice , by - Money Man. Release date: 10.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sacrifice |
| She pleased to meet my acquaintance |
| I had to trap out a vacant |
| Trunk full of luggage, she shake shit |
| High as fuck, there go a spaceship |
| Shoot up your lil sister’s baby |
| Her big brother shouldn’t have been sheisty |
| The Gucci jacket kinda pricey |
| Rocking these chain like a slave ship |
| Swimmin' in money, I’m bathin' |
| Spending block, he disrespectful |
| You out of line, the chopper correct you |
| You need a bag, I’ll UPS you |
| Turkey bands without a dresser |
| Twenty stacked all up like notebook |
| Might drop a song and do no hook |
| Hoopin' on nigga with no look |
| You say you plugged in, nigga so what? |
| Fuck your street cred, I give two fucks |
| Two eighty-five on the Loub up |
| It’s war time, I’m bout to go suit up |
| 80K just for a new truck |
| Overseas bitch, I don’t understand |
| Diamonds they straight from the motherland |
| These ones I’m feelin' on rubber band |
| Twin with me just like the doberman |
| 30k profile of CP |
| Quit pushing that weak, that lil cedar |
| Don’t care if my shit ain’t on BET |
| My chain light up like a LED |
| My stick assemble then mock you out |
| Big bank will fire, blow your house down |
| Back 'gainst the wall, I won’t bow down |
| My circle eating, let’s chow down |
| Half a mill on me in Ji-Town |
| 40 P’s float up to Chi-Town |
| All my enemies say fuck me |
| But them niggas scared to touch me |
| Yeah, chopper with the knife |
| I’ma win the fight, jewelry shinin' bright |
| Trappin' out a villa, kickin' shit with killers |
| Sacrifice a nigga, afterlife a nigga |
| I can’t let it slide, if you try a nigga |
| Wrap his body nigga, this for real niggas |
| You ain’t invited nigga |
| Flyin' on them planets, shit a private nigga |
| Put the torch on you if you don’t like it nigga |
| Yeah, hold up my motherfuckin' AR |
| Drive the scatpack like a racecar |
| Record myself, I hit the spacebar |
| V on my chain prehistoric |
| I made these lil niggas forfeit |
| Hit the gas, I’m out of orbit |
| Knock 'em off, that shit was morbid |
| This a London, not a Pinto |
| Migos just gave me a whole load |
| Your baby daddy a ho-ho |
| Keep the evil like I’m nymphos |
| These bitches call me Aladdin |
| Quit all that motherfuckin' cappin' |
| Ring on me shining like Saturn |
| Middle-East Arabic fashion |
| I lean like the Tower of Pisa |
| Overseas car, need a VISA |
| Healthy shit, organic reefer |
| Ain’t got no time for these skeezers |
| Diamonds they straight from Antartica |
| Line you up just like a barber |
| Just re’d-up in Santa Barbara |
| In Toronto, I need my solitude |
| Lil mama lose that lil attitude |
| These bitches out here ain’t bad as you |
| Helped niggas that don’t show gratitude |
| These niggas sweeter than cinnamon |
| These niggas bitches, they feminine |
| BC, I ice out the emblem |
| I used to trap out a hoopty |
| Fuck that lil ho, she a floozy |
| Yeah, chopper with the knife |
| I’ma win the fight, jewelry shinin' bright |
| Trappin' out a villa, kickin' shit with killers |
| Sacrifice a nigga, afterlife a nigga |
| I can’t let it slide, if you try a nigga |
| Wrap his body nigga, this for real niggas |
| You ain’t invited nigga |
| Flyin' on them planets, shit a private nigga |
| Put the torch on you if you don’t like it nigga |