Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Transform, artist - Money Man. Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Transform |
| I got pink money, I got blue money |
| I got new fifties, I got old hundreds |
| Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci Runners |
| Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker |
| Call me Uber Eats 'cause we steady grumblin' |
| Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin' |
| Blind side, a nigga never seen it comin' |
| I’ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin' |
| This a pound house, we don’t do a zip |
| I’ma eat a shroom, I’ma take a trip |
| Pop it in the mag, I’ma let it rip |
| Ain’t no mercy for 'em, I’ma transform |
| I’m in rare form |
| I be fly as hell, now I’m airborne |
| Australian vibe with me, she from Melbourne |
| Told my dog, «If you don’t kill an opp, then I’ma kill you» |
| If we don’t think the same, then I don’t feel you |
| Told my girl, «Come here, I wanna feel you» |
| Don’t get a fake ass, I want the real you |
| Love the way you look from the rear view |
| The stick got a scope, that’s a clear view |
| Sick of bein' broke, I’m tryna heal you |
| Got this sniper rifle and I’m in a foreign, had to flip the title |
| Yeah, I filled the mile, it got me revital |
| I just left lil' mama, now she suicidal |
| I don’t owe 'em nothin', niggas too entitled |
| Got a quarter with me tryna show her privates |
| On an airplane and the charter private |
| I ain’t never tellin', I’ma keep it silent |
| I ain’t never tellin', I’ma keep it quiet |
| She gon' drink my fluid like a liquid diet |
| What’s the location? |
| We was at the Hyatt |
| Call me Bigfoot, I’m a big stepper like Sasquatch |
| Spent an eighty-ball on a new watch |
| Spent a one-fifty on a new drop |
| Got 'em goin' crazy when the album drop |
| Spent twelve hundred on her crop-top |
| She was thankful for it, she was appreciative |
| Niggas feelin' hurt, they too sensitive |
| Yeah, on a whole 'nother wave with this shit |
| Broke nigga, get away with this shit |
| You gon' end up in the grave with this shit |
| Told a nigga don’t play with this shit |
| Long nights and long days for this shit |
| Stayed down, I done prayed for this shit |
| Hardbody, I was made for this shit |
| Big stepper like I’m Chewbacca |
| In a Redeye, got two choppers |
| I’ma hit 'em up, I’ma 2Pac 'em |
| Fly, tall nigga, call me Big Poppa |
| I’m a big target, got a good lawyer |
| I’ma hit the bitch in some red bottoms |
| Yeah, late night, I be head-huntin' |
| I be red rummin', I be rack racin' |
| I got pink money, I got blue money |
| I got new fifties, I got old hundreds |
| Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci Runners |
| Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker |
| Call me Uber Eats 'cause we steady grumblin' |
| Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin' |
| Blind side, a nigga never seen it comin' |
| I’ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin' |
| This a pound house, we don’t do a zip |
| I’ma eat a shroom, I’ma take a trip |
| Pop it in the mag, I’ma let it rip |
| Ain’t no mercy for 'em, I’ma transform |
| I’m in rare form |
| I be fly as hell, now I’m airborne |
| Australian vibe with me, she from Melbourne |
| Told my dog, «If you don’t kill an opp, then I’ma kill you» |
| If we don’t think the same, then I don’t feel you |
| Told my girl, «Come here, I wanna feel you» |
| Don’t get a fake ass, I want the real you |
| Love the way you look from the rear view |
| The stick got a scope, that’s a clear view |
| Sick of bein' broke, I’m tryna heal you |
| Got this sniper rifle and I’m in a foreign, had to flip the title |
| Yeah, I filled the mile, it got me revital |