Money Man - LLC lyrics

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go, let's go, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah I'm a walkin' business ni**a, I should be an LLC I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3 I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed Feelin' like I'm Trae Young with this Glock because I score a lot Feelin' like I'm Yoda with this wisdom 'cause I know I lot Countin' up the extra in the trap I might go buy some stocks This AR5.56, it go through walls just like it's Juggernaut Thinkin' 'bout my safety, so I bulletproof the SUV The AP on my wrist inside the club shine like some LEDs I know some ni**as who learned how to shoot before they learned to read All this money got me by Atlantic, got me signin' D's Juicin' for two weeks I need to cleanse feel like my soul corrupted All these players in this circle you gone get your b*tch abducted Right now, yeah, I'm in this fu*kin 'Cat, you hear that motor purrin' This week I'ma twist up Waffle Cone, you smell exotic burnin' My lady got a business now she earnin', she keep buyin' purses We on shrooms this drug right here is natural, we not doin' perky's All I do is hit like just I'm Savage, we not doin' verbals All my ni**as loyalists no squares, we just do the circles Put 'em on the crypto it was cheap but he ain't wanna listen Put 'em on the money he was broke but he ain't wanna fix it Put 'em on the fraud he was scary, he ain't wanna risk it It's a competition where I'm from, who gone be the richest? I'm a walkin' business ni**a, I should be an LLC I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3 I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed