Money Man “Together” Prod by Trauma Tone

Lyrics

Expressing my feelings in songs These ni**** was doing me wrong She gone come to door in her in her thong If you pussy you do not belong Put them forgee’s on all of my cars Spit my soul it’s in all of my bars Dirty pistol I keep me a charge Drop the top I be talking to God In the wrath ima look at the stars I’m not selfish I’m feeding the squad She gon suck me with plenty of slob All this gas fuming up the garage Selling gas I don’t want me a job Aamir ship me some peas in a pod Syrian fashion they think I am Assad She gon swallow me just like the blob I can hustle I don’t Gotto Rob You see blue when I pull out my wad Niggas fell I am not sparing the rod Caviar fill my car up with fog I’m a shark like I am starring in jaws Demolition I knocked down her walls I need billions they thinking to small so I practiced the 48 laws Ni*** hate me I don’t know the cause I was pondering I had to pause And my closet is just like A mall got designers I’m having them all Like a shoelace I’m tied to the mart Ni*** corny they just like a cobb I’m a get me a trap spot in Cobb got a bad bitch if she rockin a bob knew you was a lame after all Ni**** be injured they don’t ball Dry your tears up don’t sit there and sob Its like Ni*** just want you to fall rocking DNG T-shirts and drawls All these hundreds they blue and they neat On a fast I ain’t ate in a week All these strains I got several seeds Rocking gold like Arabian Kings I be planting Canadian seeds And my bi*** wear the finest of weaves I don’t know how she got in her jeans I’m too solid that shit in my genes And these Christians be red like a beam In New York I go shop like a fiend Ni*** broke like they arm in a sling Took her home and we had us a fling Im so fly I’m a need me some wings We fuck long every time that we link Had to tat up my body with ink Leave me lone cause I need time to think She drip water just like she a sink I got ice like a mfkin rink Let her go she was causing a scene Cleopatra she no she a queen Selling loud from a stoop out in queens Don’t be saying no sh** you don’t mean We just f** so we feeling relieved

Expressing my feelings in songs These ni**** was doing me wrong She gone come to door in her in her thong If you pussy you do not belong Put them forgee’s on all of my cars Spit my soul it’s in all of my bars Dirty pistol I keep me a charge Drop the top I be talking to God In the wrath ima look at the stars I’m not selfish I’m feeding the squad She gon suck me with plenty of slob All this gas fuming up the garage Selling gas I don’t want me a job Aamir ship me some peas in a pod Syrian fashion they think I am Assad She gon swallow me just like the blob