Money Man – Prophet Lyrics

[Hook]
I knew niggas with bids, giving shoes to the kids
I be frequent at Phipps, shoot you right in your lip
Got no thigh pads them hundreds
They look like some hips
Know some NBA players I’m servin’ them zips
When she walk in and she give me brain off the rip
Got a chocolate bitch she look like Nesquik
For them blue hundreds niggas be desperate
I catch me a rat out of Oakland and go get narcotics
I feel like Yakuza I’m tatting my body
Exotic smoke got the car that I’m in foggy
I re-up in the mountains the terrain is rocky
Yo trap ain’t got work so you niggas is jealousy
M’s in the future I feel like a Prophet
I keep me a rocket I ain’t talkin’ bout Johnny

[Verse 1:Money Man]
I’m something like Clyde I just need me a Bonny
Five years ago used to trap out a Hyundai
Went up to Starbucks and got me a Latte
Used to get mid and my plug was an Ese
Dropped out of college ain’t writing no essay
But I go mail out a pack the next day
Save the environment I bought a Tesla
You gotta charge this shit this car electric
Pour out the pint I not even gon measure
Look like my flock, I’m one hell of a shepherd
She tryna go give me sexual services
After we f*ck we gon’ get some nourishment
I give these young nigga words of encouragement
I take them buds off them plant and I’m servin’ em

Niggas they jealous my success is hurtin’ em
I talk her clothes off and I get to workin her
Pull up to trap and we hop out convertibles
She give me face and that shit was phenomenal
Five different colors Balenci’s they tropical
Me cross my homeboys but that is impossible
Shape shift the lamb its gon transform
At the dealership and I paid cash for it
Old school I digi the dash-board
Give you these bullets If you ask for ’em
Lil mama with me she lookin’ like Cuban Doll
Feelin like Steve Urkel Louie V overall
Thousand P’s sat on the back of a pickup truck
Catch a play then call my BM to pick me up

[Hook]
I knew niggas with bids, giving shoes to the kids
I be frequent at Phipps, shoot you right in your lip
Got no thigh pads them hundreds
They look like some hips
Know some NBA players I’m servin’ them zips
When she walk in and she give me brain off the rip
Got a chocolate bitch she look like Nesquik
For them blue hundreds niggas be desperate
I catch me a rat out of Oakland and go get narcotics
I feel like Yakuza I’m tatting my body
Exotic smoke got the car that I’m in foggy
I re-up in the mountains the terrain is rocky
Yo trap ain’t got work so you niggas is jealousy
M’s in the future I feel like a Prophet
I keep me a rocket I ain’t talkin’ bout Johnny

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