Encrypted - Money Man, Sauce Walka

Encrypted - Money Man, Sauce Walka

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No Promo
Год
2018
Язык
`English`
Длительность
215560

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Encrypted

Money Man, Sauce Walka

I’m in Houston, just walked out the Spire

Paid the j to shine up the tires

Niggas singing like they with the choir

Niggas singing, they equal to mine

Washing money, I need me a dryer

She gon' suck me with plenty saliva

All this loud got a nigga surrounded

Had to sit down and read the Quran

Had to go tat my hood on my arm

Knocked him off, now his family gon' mourn

All these racks got me toasty and warm

Finna trail a white boy to the farm

We got barrels of loud in the barn

I went to NY

Dont wanna ride Wraith

So im feeling lime Murci'

Where was these niggas at when we were starving

Load up the Murci' with 50

And this site that im on its encrypted

I’m in Starbucks im looking suspicious

Cause this laptop gone bring me these riches

Drive the foreign like a warship

40 pointers in a cuban chopper jumpin' in a circle like a moshpit

One thing I could never do is give my heart away to a thot bitch

Or a wholesome good woman either, I could wreck a bitch just to be a cheater

I got bitches swipin' credit cards, I just bought an AP and a baby cheetah

Sent the bitch with the spanish plug shit for $ 80k I did the macarena

I be slidin' around Houston, Texas but all my choppers come from Argentina

I’m buying these diamonds they so clean cause I keep em polished in streets

bleedin'

Boy I swear it like civil war around this mother fucker need a peace treaty

(Owieee!)

Youngins just 12 years old gang banging in the trap tryin' to eat greedy

But when you see his face in the news

But a father figure, what they say he needed

But who was at home and was there to feed him

Dont voice yo opinion if you ain’t lead em

Owie!

I’m in Houston, just walked out the Spire

Paid the j to shine up the tires

Niggas singing like they with the choir

Niggas singing, they equal to mine

Washing money, I need me a dryer

She gon' suck me with plenty saliva

All this loud got a nigga surrounded

Had to sit down and read the Quran

Had to go tat my hood on my arm

Knocked him off, now his family gon' mourn

All these racks got me toasty and warm

Finna trail a white boy to the farm

We got barrels of loud in the barn

I went to NY

Dont wanna ride Wraith

So im feeling lime Murci'

Where was these niggas at when we were starving

Load up the Murci' with 50

And this site that im on its encrypted

I’m in Starbucks im looking suspicious

Cause this laptop gone bring me these riches

I got young bitches thinking that im playing them sports

You know I’m flyin' in the motherfuckin' Stork

My hacker Korean that nigga a dork

I hit her she screamin' her voice getting hoarse

Just sold a bag out a Porsche

Got a plug in the land in the north

He said Go to the border I buy me like 25

Bought me a quarter my bitches be Quarters

I put me some racks to the side for a lawyer

When I’m trappin im conscience people be watchin'

Nigga be plottin' niggas ain’t snappin' shit

Pull up we choppin' shit

Pull up we droppin' shit

Niggas ain’t us

They must be the opposite

Gone have my lil niggas to trail you and follow you

Trap out the mountains

Got some plugs i ain’t hitting, know they mad at me

12 think they slick they ain’t jamming me

Gotta run up these racks for my family

Finna go get a bag imma grab it

I just left out from mailing a package

These niggas ain’t in my bracket

Spray your lil whip up in traffic

I just settled on blues and i stack em

I’m in Houston, just walked out the Spire

Paid the j to shine up the tires

Niggas singing like they with the choir

Niggas singing, they equal to mine

Washing money, I need me a dryer

She gon' suck me with plenty saliva

All this loud got a nigga surrounded

Had to sit down and read the Quran

Had to go tat my hood on my arm

Knocked him off, now his family gon' mourn

All these racks got me toasty and warm

Finna trail a white boy to the farm

We got barrels of loud in the barn

I went to NY

Dont wanna ride Wraith

So im feeling lime Murci'

Where was these niggas at when we were starving

Load up the Murci' with 50

And this site that im on its encrypted

I’m in Starbucks im looking suspicious

Cause this laptop gone bring me these riches

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