Money Man - What's Mine is Yours lyrics

[Intro] (SephGotTheWaves) (SickDrumz) [Chorus: Jackboy] What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it Rich ni**a, I could spoil you with Pateks Rich ni**a, always stand on my word My ex played and got kicked to the curb Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref Stress-free, kill they ass, what's his set? Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects [Verse 1: Jackboy] Lord, bless me, I had to go buy a Demon Told lil' bro, "Pack the heat," 'cause these ni**as be schemin' He go with his mood and lil' bro go to squeezin' I go make my move, he be dead by the weekеnd It won't take much for me to get your ass gonе Only feel like a killer when he on his phone These ni**as be pussy, these hoes'll be sloots I came with my shooter, she fu*kin' my troops Salute to the ni**as who havin' the loot Started from the end, now we havin' motion I told 'em I'll get it, they thought I was jokin' Now I feel like fu*k the world, no Trojan VVS diamonds on my chain, I'm glowin' Got this ho tryna give me brain, she foreign Lil' b*tch tryna su*k away my soul Nut on her face, aim straight for the nose [Chorus: Jackboy] What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it Rich ni**a, I could spoil you with Pateks Rich ni**a, always stand on my word My ex played and got kicked to the curb Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref Stress-free, kill they ass, what's his set? Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects [Verse 2: Money Man] Put the switch on it, now the glizzy automatic Bullets hit him, they gon' make his bones shatter Hundred rounds make a whole crowd scatter Scammers, they can go and hack bank data Drippin' like I'm finna hit the Met Gala Thick b*tch at the show, tryna call after I got a ARPs and FNs if a ni**a come back fu*k that petty money, I want real M's These ain't clout stones, you see real gems 100K for the AP wristband Caught him down bad, he a dead man Made a sacrifice, now I'm livin' better If that's your private sh*t, chalk him down together Take the stand, sh*t, I can never ever Bar set, sh*t, I can never ever [Chorus: Jackboy] What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it Rich ni**a, I could spoil you with Pateks Rich ni**a, always stand on my word My ex played and got kicked to the curb Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref Stress-free, kill they ass, what's his set? Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects