24 (Single Version) - Money Man/Lil Baby

Yo nflated spice that ***** up

Burning on lilikoi in some Louis corduroys

RIP kobe bryant RIP 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 ***** my neck almost drowned her

I got oil I got **** 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 ************* 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 the rolls-royce I'm feelin' like pop smoke

Banana cream cake in my ************* **** 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 **** 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 ***** 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 ******* 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

Only hit banks got fifty different cred' lines

Turn a lady's son to a fox 5 headline

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

****** 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 in some Louis corduroys

RIP kobe bryant RIP 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 ***** my neck almost drowned her

I got oil I got **** 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' ******* 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

***** 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' **** 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 **** 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 in some Louis corduroys

RIP kobe bryant RIP 24 24 24