MONEYMAN

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Rich Hood nigga, Pablo Juan nigga You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga True story, no lie, three times Let's go [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand Send that bitch MIA, she come back with a tan That ain't my bitch, I leave her to the other man Whip it up, they can't believe it's not butter man Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man Fuck these bitches and stitches and fame, I want money man [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Stick on my hip, blue benjamin bankroll like a crip Iced out, I need a quilt Stuck in the slave days with the chains and the whip Am I racist because I like all white bricks? It's a chicken race, we see the police and we buyin' it New racks, we do not do leases I got M16's, ain't talkin' 'bout bitches My dope bell ringin', my trap beat Forty gram blunt like the seasons, at the Four Seasons Fucked every bitch since I fuck 'em and leave 'em Chopper's a bitch, I might just start bleedin' On Allah, I got more haters than Jesus Complete the puzzle, you ain't got all the pieces So much money, take care of auntie and nieces I fuck like the Energizer, just like Easter I be on the best exotic good reefer [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand Send that bitch MIA, she come back with a tan That ain't my bitch, I leave her to the other man Whip it up, they can't believe it's not butter man Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man Fuck these bitches and stitches and fame, I want money man [Verse 2: G Herbo] Big G Herbo, I remember havin' coke and dope Mentally was in the kitchen mixin' coke and dope I was readin', writin' rhymes in my rap book Fuck around, now I get a book of coke a show I got fans out of Indiana, Kokomo BAPE T's comin' straight from out of Tokyo Cost a few G's soon as I walked in the door Cost me two G's, that's for my lil fit, you know What it's worth I spent a bag on my G-Fazos But I still know how to swag in them penny loafs Gucci, Louis, that's my swag on the really though Saint Laurents don't gotta sag 'cause they fitted, bro [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand Send that bitch MIA, she come back with a tan That ain't my bitch, I leave her to the other man Whip it up, they can't believe it's not butter man Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man Fuck these bitches and stitches and fame, I want money man [Verse 3: Tee Grizzley] Bitch I'll blow out your brains Y'all niggas ain't gang gang Spent a whole thing on my chain Used to cookin', bag up 'caine I'm on the west, free GeeWee, that's my blooda, bitch I'm on that east, posted in Brooklyn, free them Shmurdas, bitch I'm in Houston with J Prince, shout out Mob You gon' hear 'bout a nigga gettin' killed if I ever get robbed Bitch, I ain't tryna talk if you ain't tryna slob Platinum sellin' artist, but I'll put you on the news Nigga, that's on God [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Don't call my phone unless you talkin' money My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand Send that bitch MIA, she come back with a tan That ain't my bitch, I leave her to the other man Whip it up, they can't believe it's not butter man Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man Fuck these bitches and stitches and fame, I want money man