Correction Lyrics Latest Gen by Money Man

Featuring(s) : Peezy

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Shawty lookin' good in that Chanel, love her hair and nails
Scammin, and I'm movin' bells, police want me in a cell
Talkin' to my lawyer, fuck a plea, I'm 'gon never tell
Made a m from tradin' options, they know I'm the biggest whale
Now she lookin' sexy in the Martin' now she crazy
Better get up out your bed and get some money, niggas lazy
You been trappin' for five years plus, ain't even got a 10
Ridin' around the city with this glizzy, it's the latest gen

Thick bitch, straight from Costa Rica, I just flew her in
Think about a master plan with all my kin and evil twin
Told myself when I make an M, I'll never trap again
Took half an M, re'd up, and hit the trap again
Put a fire in side my partner hand and told him handle business
Moving 'all this fuckin 'weight just like we Planet Fitness
Light skin Brookyln Bitch in my bead look like Ice Spice
Binary triggers on my Glock, it's gonna shoot twice
I can get you bud for the cheap, yeah the low price (yeah)
In my TRS I'm one deep, but I got four pipes (yeah)
Two bad bitches one from Georgia, one from Aspen
Two cell phones full of custo's bringing rackies yeah
Nigga tryna jack me he 'gon die
Yeah these bitches on my drip, they know I'm fly
Let's go
Come shop to my label, you get sticks and you nget methods (Yeah)
I need somewhere to shoot so I go buy land in Texas (yeah)
Tryna take my chain, Don't lose your life over this necklace
I upped this bitch and squeezed the shit in less than half a second
My youngins'll catch you lackin' at a church them boys some heathens
I be tearin' up them banks, I drained the truance and the ???
Every fire that I got, got atleast a 750
Big money the goat, why you think they call me billy

[Peezy]
Goyard bag ain't for fashion, feel these bitches up
I'm really up, ain't shit to talk about my lawyer picked me up
I'm ridin' foreign, and I'm tryin' to dodge a pile that done spilt the cup
I'm done with skinny jeans, when I got a 30 it's hard to keep in touch
I might just go buy all my haters shades, they hate to see me up
I'm gone there ain't no keepin' up
I fucked her twice, she seen me once
I'm walkin' out the crib right through the back, but I came through the front
We snuck that bitch Drakie through the back for niggas actin' drunk
Louie out the catalogue, My fit ain't come out the mall
LED light's on see through the floor
Your bitch know just who to call
I can't buy no hoe no Berkin, this ain't that bae not at all
Walkie taste like cotton candy, I can't stay woke I'm not
Break up with your man, he broke as hell bitch, I got John Wall
Boy 'don pull up just like John Wick, don't let me make the call
Got 200 mods up on the dash , they flick I'm scratchin' off
Shawty lookin' good as hell, I'm tryna

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