Money Man - Keep It Cool lyrics

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Money Man - Keep It Cool lyrics

A thousand P's in Cali waiting on me Ain't nobody finna ride for me I'ma drive myself Asking me for help you need to help yourself Damn she bad I gotta touch her Damn she bad I gotta f** her I can't help myself Supersonic future thugger thugger sellin all the smoke Pablo Escobar Boston George sellin' all the dope Hunt you down like a lion in the jungle do an antelope Ride with the automatic [?] Tryin' to put a [?] on my gucci belt Tryna let my boy suicide you might as well shoot yourself I [?] through a [?] Like a gas burnin' She gon' let me hear for certain I got peas in the blessed suburban Louis V bad put it on the turban [?] Beef with me play with your life boy [Verse 1: BCShooter] See I [?] Count up the money for n***a who [?] And these n***as be hatin' I can see it in their face So I cut down the pace and flooded their estate So I load the choppa right now If a n***a want it I'ma shoot the n***a in the face I know these n***as out here talkin' about a n***a Everyone out her be so damn fake I wear the Balenciaga with the Gucci belt and Ferragamo yesterday We know a couple plug with a couple trucks I got a puertorican b**h who daddy was a plug [?] [?] [?] [?] I'm gonna put it in a n***a face [Chorus] Yeah I'm just gonna keep it cool with you f** all that I went to school with you I ain't seen you in a long time I gotta treat you like a new n***a I only f** with a few n***as Yeah [Verse 2: Money Man] Shoot your man beside the leg and watch him hide for cover I got green and white just like the Boston color Plants growin' I'm talking [?] and [?] 100 peas stuffed inside a f**in' minivan n***a why the f** you holdin' out your hand You need to go and learn to be a f**in' man I touch it once and that sh** leakin' like a broken faucet [?] I guess it's safe to say that I'm the hottest I ain't perfect n***a I'm a work in progress Gotta keep it cool with my baby mama I'ma take us out Different flavors I got different options They like damn Money Man you really growin' They like damn Money Man another tape boy you really focused These Buscemi shoes are barely gettin' noticed I'ma hit the gas and UFO it Your weed quit that sh** tippy toein' I almost broke my shoulder trying to shoot the can In the growhouse mansion out in East Atlanta She just drop her panties I just added minutes Talking to the plug dialect in Spanish [Chorus] Yeah I'm just gonna keep it cool with you f** all that I went to school with you I ain't seen you in a long time I gotta treat you like a new n***a I only f** with a few n***as Yeah

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