Lyrics LLC – Money Man feat. Moneybagg Yo

I’m a walkin’ business, n**ga
I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me
Just like I’m CP3
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky
Like I’m 22Gz
Trippin’ off this psilocin
Sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle
Like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash her
I want nothin’ but neck
Told these folks that I ain’t flyin’ commercial
I do nothin’ but jets
If any opp survive when we slide
Then he considered blessedFeelin’ like I’m Trae Young with this Glock because I score a lot
Feelin’ like I’m Yoda with this wisdom ’cause I know a lot
Countin’ up the extra in the trap, I might go buy some stocks
The AR-556, it go through walls just like it’s juggernaut
Thinking ’bout my safety, so I bulletproofed the SUV
The AP on my wrist inside the club shine like some LEDs
I know some n**gas who learned how to shoot before they learned to read
All this money got me buyin’ land, it got me signin’ deeds
Juicin’ for two weeks, I need to cleanse, feel like my soul corrupted
All these players in this circle, you gon’ get your b**ch abducted
Right now, yeah, I’m in this f**kin’ ‘Cat, you hear that motor purrin’
This week I’ma twist up Waffle Cone, you smell exotic burnin’
My lady got a business, now she earnin’, she keep buyin’ purses
We on shrooms, this drug right here is natural, we not doin’ Perkys
All I do is hit like just I’m Savage, we not doing verbal
All my n**gas loyalists, no squares, we just do the circlesPut him onto crypto, it was cheap, but he ain’t wanna listen
Put him onto money, he was broke, but he ain’t wanna fix it
Put him onto fraud, he was scary, he ain’t wanna risk it
It’s a competition where I’m from, who gon’ be the richest
I’m a walkin’ business, n**ga
I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me
Just like I’m CP3
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky
Like I’m 22Gz
Trippin’ off this psilocin
Sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle
Like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash her
I want nothin’ but neck
Told these folks that I ain’t flyin’ commercial
I do nothin’ but jets
If any opp survive when we slide
Then he considered blessed
I’m a walkin’ business, step up in this b**ch with confidence
Yeah, I’m corporate thuggin’, teachin’ dope boys how to politic
Only thing that feel better than cash is when deposits hit
Threw like thirty G’s in Magic, paid for a ho scholarship
Free them boys, woke up this mornin’
And bought me three new toys
Bags on hand, only use cards when I’m buyin’ land
I’m just sayin’ when you make some extra, put that to the side
Trophies, tickets super high, get half a bag for thirty-five
Taxin’, I’m the boss you n**gas workin’ for
Fraction, you just yappin’, not slidin’
Thought you was ’bout that action
Never loved her, I just like her for her satisfaction
Burnt off in the Hellcat, I turned off the traction
I’m a walkin’ business, n**ga
I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me
Just like I’m CP3
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky
Like I’m 22Gz
Trippin’ off this psilocin
Sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle
Like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash her
I want nothin’ but neck
Told these folks that I ain’t flyin’ commercial
I do nothin’ but jets
If any opp survive when we slide
Then he considered blessed…➤ Written by Money Man & Moneybagg Yo
Album: Blockchain
Produced by Trauma Tone & Nils
Money Man | Moneybagg Yo | 2021