Album Name

24 (Feat. Lil Baby)

Artist

Money Man

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.08.19

Release Agency

KDM

Yo Nflated spice that bitch up
Burnin' on Lilikoi
ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K
in less than twenty-four hours
Ridin' with the pack
through the Tennessee mountains
VPN SOCKS
and at least three routers
I'ma thumb through it
I don't need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch
my neck almost drowned her
I got oil I got hemp
I got wax I got flower
Burnin' on pre-roll
finna go to Pluto
Drippin' real hard
when I'm hoppin' out two-door
I just met a psychedelic plug
named Hugo
Thirty laptops
in my motherfuckin' condo
White collar diamonds
nigga ballin' like Lonzo
These niggas overrated
like Joe Flacco
Feelin' like Jim Jones nigga
I'm a capo
I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce
I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke
Banana Cream Cake
in my motherfuckin' hemp wrap
If I don't like the smell
then the pack get sent back
If I don't like his energy
I push a nigga shit back
Making hash oil
listening to Bank Big Facts
Making hash oil
listening to Scream Big Facts
All that slick talkin' finna
get a nigga kidnapped
Gelonade got a nigga finna
go and lift off
I'ma empty out the magazine
when I'm pissed off
I'm on that Wedding Pie
it got me geeked
My bitch hit it twice
and then she went to sleep
I drop bud on the clock
with the perfect technique
I'ma hit from the rear
I wan' grab her obliques
I ain't got time in the day
for my females be mad at me
Internet racks
I'ma run it up rapidly
She know I'm vicious
I'm fuckin' her savagely
She know I get racks
she know my mentality
Grew up in the trap watching
Kobe yam on a nigga
Pull up in the Porsche yeah
the Pan' on a nigga
Yeah pull up in the Dodge
yeah the Ram on a nigga
Anybody try yeah
I'ma blam on niggas
I'm the head bad guy
fifty different gridlines
Turn a lacefront to a fire
fire hairline
I was over drippin'
I should start my own
clothing line
Got two jits dawg
I'll die for both of mine
I ain't never satisfied
'til my money increase
Fucked up the profile
too many inquiries
They be low-key hatin'
I can hear 'em whispering
All these baguette chains
you can see 'em glimmering
Had to make a U-turn
I just seen a roadblock
I ain't playin' no games
I ain't sparin' no opps
It's a full moon now
so I'm burnin' Moon Rock
Livin' off schemes
why is he on tip-top
Burnin' on Lilikoi
ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less
than twenty-four hours
Ridin' with the pack
through the Tennessee mountains
VPN SOCKS
and at least three routers
I'ma thumb through it
I don't need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch
my neck almost drowned her
I got oil I got hemp
I got wax I got flower
A1 Zone 4 I'm feelin' like Rocko
Big big spender
take a jet to Morocco
I got pretty women showin'
titties like I'm Flacko
I came in a hard top
I'm still in the drop though
I can make the charts drop
whenever I wan' drop somethin'
I can give my big bro a dime
he'll pop somethin'
These niggas not real slime
they imposter
I know that my opps somewhere
now playin' possum
I come from a different
type of cloth
we don't gossip
Pussy nigga actin' like it's up
we'll chop him
She diggin' the rocks in my ear
I'm a rockstar
Come from out the trenches
gettin' paid like a popstar
I be sellin' weed
by the P like a rasta
Who was in the car
Only me and a chopper
I can make they heart stop
if I decide to pop up
I can make a million every month
and don't drop nothin'
I found out a way to make
a thousand-dollar profit uh
Pilot say it's smellin'
like weed in the cockpit
I done made a quarter
this week in Huaraches
Top model with me
tryna feed me hibachi
I done got too much to lose
I'm cautious
I done ran it up
I got sixteen watches
Which one I'ma drive
I got sixteen options
Hoppin' out thirty clip
bangin' 4 Pockets
Burnin' on Lilikoi
ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant R.I.P. 24