Muni - potter payper, Mover

I used to have no money

Now I’m free man, I’m so money

Hard crack, cook coke money

Now everything’s show money

And now I even get show money

Rap star and these hoes love me

They bang their doors round the whole country

Word to Abti, we’re so cruddy

And now my Y.G.'s blow money

Stay money, they just throw money

Grind it back, watch it grow money

Easy come, easy go money

I’m Gucci, you more Yo Gotti

Talking but you ain’t seen money

This was scary, Halloween money

Snow White, Xmas Eve money

So is this how you want me?

Shit is this how you want me?

Standing up in the Bailey

With two sets of cuffs on me

I run it up like it’s on me

I’m on my ones and I’m comfy

These man really don’t know me

Hammer on me on proby

I’ve been like this since a young G

Free my bros, fuck an undy

Fuck a burn, row a one P

Am I the truth?

Shit I must be

And it’s best you know that the TEC will blow

The TEC is cold, make you shiver like an eskimo

Sess get rolled and lit on the enemy block

Enemy drop, I love it when the Hennessy pop

For the fallen, corn lift him up like Jordan

I’m all in for hitting this belly, I won’t stop

Even corned him and hit in his melon, it went pop

Times I really wanted a body, he wouldn’t drop

Gyal miss Muni, said I light up a room in one smile

But me, I still light up a room in one dial

It’s Muni now, nothing will ever be gullier

In the rap scene, was actually up in these back streets

With my chrome popper

He was on barking, I’m so Potter

These little niggas think they know Muni

Ain’t even seen fuck my ho money

I used to pull up, come we roll honey

Then step out the Benz with

My browning ting with ten out of ten skin

Zeggae yeah them lit, just thinking up in the clouds

Like shit I need a bae to get out the ends with

But they’re trying for the M, pick the mice from the men

And put me down the tunnel with no light at the end

Ma heard the verdict, she had to bawl

She gave me that look, like «word you had it all»

I told her that I’m good, it’s nothing that man can’t cope

Hey mother you’ve been perfect, there’s nothing man can fault

Now I be in the banger with slammers with no cares

Sparks like Jordan if brothers with no air