Money Man - Elusive lyrics

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Money Man - Elusive lyrics

[Chorus] I got my main lady rockin' Hermès She'll hold it down if I go to the feds I put these racks from the trap on your head In less than twenty-four hours, he dead I turned my ni**as to bosses, they up now When we let the stick hit, better duck down Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down My vibe is expanded, my music organic I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit My whip is a Lucid, I know the trap fluent I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it We all on the same page, you know we congruent I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive [Verse 1] The Circle and money, to me, that's important My car is imported, my wrist got imported She try to come join me I keep that sh*t different, I'm never conforming I keep that sh*t Louis, you know what I'm sporting I keep that sh*t MJ, we fu*ked in some Jordans We ridin' 'round the city in back-to-back Porsches It's me and three ladies, we havin' an orgy fu*k it, I think I'ma swipe 'til I'm forty I walked into VLIVE and Magic, it's stormin' I bought all this ice so you cannot ignore me I bought a McLaren and sat it on Forgis I want the juices and berry, no Gordy I don't need no engineer to record me Purchased a G Wagen, that's for my shorty Rappers ain't safe, so my mama ain't worried I told my mama I'd kill if I gotta I promise you that you ain't takin' nada My girl on the bed drinkin' piña colada My car is a 'Vette, but I had an Impala, I count up the dollars I told her don't spit it out, you better swallow I love when I hit from the back and she holler I need me a launching pad 'cause I got choppers I'm havin' that bread, I be havin' that guala [Chorus] I got my main lady rockin' Hermès She'll hold it down if I go to the feds I put these racks from the trap on your head In less than twenty-four hours, he dead I turned my ni**as to bosses, they up now When we let the stick hit, better duck down Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down My vibe is expanded, my music organic I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit My whip is a Lucid, I know the trap fluent I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it We all on the same page, you know we congruent I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive [Verse 2] Ain't chasin' these women, I'm hurtin' they feelings I'm makin' a killing, I'm tryna get millions I'm juicin', I'm cleansin', they hatin', I sense it You name it, I did it, they copy, they mimic These streets can get wicked, I'm counting my riches I'm gettin' this money, I'm turnin' down b*tches I had to wise up, had to cut off some ni**as I keep buyin' pistols, I keep buyin' Louis I keep buyin' houses, I keep buyin' jewelry My bully a merle, my Frenchie a fluffy I'm probably gon' make me a quarter from puppies We fill up a trailer and keep that sh*t truckin' We shoot that sh*t first, so it's no need for duckin' She just a thottie, ain't no need to cuff her My apartment a jungle, my reefer is musty My girl is a queen, you gon' die if you touch her We apes in the jungle, we ready to rumble We hang with the lions and bears and the gators We trap in Dekalb, got a house in Decatur We count up the paper, that 'za is my fragrance I'm gainin' this wisdom, I'm havin' some vision My partners in prison, I pray that I see 'em I got the blueprint, you know I be teachin' He plannin' on robbin' us, we leave him leakin' [Chorus] I got my main lady rockin' Hermès She'll hold it down if I go to the feds I put these racks from the trap on your head In less than twenty-four hours, he dead I turned my ni**as to bosses, they up now When we let the stick hit, better duck down Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down My vibe is expanded, my music organic I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit My whip is a Lucid, I know the trap fluent I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it We all on the same page, you know we congruent I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive

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