Overload

[Chorus: Money Man]

Talkin' numbers on my phone

Realness in my chromosomes

Pickin' up another load

Buying GALA, staking CRO

Can't front him 'cause his trap too slow

Weighin' bags up, watch him blow

Crazy how a nigga turn on you if you tell him no

You can't get caught lackin' in these streets, you gotta stay on go

Man, these niggas fruity, boy, don't make me split your cantaloupe

Tell me, how can niggas enjoy livin' when they out here dead broke?

[Verse 1: Money Man]

Tesla, Dodge, switchin' whips

Crypto, trap, I double dip

Only stock magazines, we ain't doin' aftermarket clips

Shorty got a crazy body, I love her face, I love her hips

Should I take the plug off? Right now, I'm on the fencе

We gon' crush our competition, we thе wrong ones to go against

I know Keisha gon' be right there if I sit down and I do a stint

I can't say the same for none of these hoes 'cause these hoes temporary

I'm pushin' this Maybach right now even though it's January

I know lil' bro'll never fold

Shooter ain't gon' never fold

Just 'cause it glitter don't mean it's gold

Make sure you pay me what I'm owed

My trap jumpin' like a toad

Trackhawk fuckin' up the road

The price gon' dump on this coin tomorrow, 'cause right now, this shit oversold

Too many strains inside the 'partment right now, this is our overload

I'm just tryna take the globe

Right now, bitch, I'm in that mode

Blowin' up, I might explode

HODL, gotta hold

Buy the dip, don't never FOMO

Need them racks, I need 'em pronto

[Chorus: Money Man & Benny the Butcher]

Talkin' numbers on my phone

Realness in my chromosomes

Pickin' up another load

Buying GALA, staking CRO

Can't front him 'cause his trap too slow

Weighin' bags up, watch him blow

Crazy how a nigga turn on you if you tell him no

You can't get caught lackin' in these streets, you gotta stay on go

Man, these niggas fruity, boy, don't make me split your cantaloupe (Yeah)

Tell me, how can niggas enjoy livin' when they out here dead broke? (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

Real niggas inspire me, just pages out my diary

I waited for it, finally, it's my turn, the irony

I used to be fed up with this rap shit entirely (I was done)

A few million later, I'm still a menace to society

The streets need trappers and these beats need classics

And if hate like promotion, I guess my street team rappers (Nigga)

I'm good, you make a call, I make a call, then look out 'cause them bricks comin'

Just be waitin' outside in the front like your lift comin' (Huh?)

You made a few chips, but still ain't teachin' your clique nothin' (Nothin')

You can't fool my bitch, she know the Maybach the 600 (Rrr)

Rollies for the team, nigga, only was a dream, nigga

Money out the streets ain't the same as a clean million

BET Awards show, I was used to court clothes

My crib got a courtyard, I'm courtside, just formal

My bitch not that regular, my watch not that normal

Jewels, I got a half on, mask on like Zorro

Every chance, I'ma ball

When my manager call

You know I'm—

[Chorus: Money Man]

Talkin' numbers on my phone

Realness in my chromosomes

Pickin' up another load

Buying GALA, staking CRO

Can't front him 'cause his trap too slow

Weighin' bags up, watch him blow

Crazy how a nigga turn on you if you tell him no

You can't get caught lackin' in these streets, you gotta stay on go

Man, these niggas fruity, boy, don't make me split your cantaloupe

Tell me, how can niggas enjoy livin' when they out here dead broke?