Correction Lyrics Stompers by Money Man

Featuring(s) : BJ Roc

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(TP, baby)
(Run it back, Playboi)

[Money Man]
Bought a Rollie for my daughter
And a matching one for her mama
Me and 'Roc got matchin' choppers
Me and lil' bro, we some stompers
You can never be too safe, that's why I'm strapped up like a condom
When it come to movin' that weight, you know I got a lot of volume
Damn, I love to touch her flesh, I be grabbin' on her bosom
Damn, they love to irk a nigga, boy, don't make me use this fully
I might go and breed some huskies, I might go and breed some bullies
In demand, they tryna see me, I get seventy every bookin'

[Money Man]
Yeah, I'm in the Rolls truck, I'm ridin' in luxury
Love how she take it off, love how she fuckin' me
Take these lil' racks and I start me a company
Fuck the police, I'm not goin' into custody
???[0:45] done went to Pluto
Just copped the beamer, the coupe, not the four door
Pretty bitch with me, she rollin' on gumbo
Car got the trunk in the front like Dumbo
???[0:50] when I go through a tunnel
Shawty got maintenance, I bought her a frontal
I'm havin' cake like a motherfuckin' funnel
I'm havin' blue hundreds straight like a bundle
Eat you alive, boy, I hang with piranhas
My white bitch resemble a younger Madonna
It's my young nigga birthday, I bought him a Draco
Walk in my spot, I got pounds on the table
Cross a nigga over just like I'm Steph
See him layin' there, he took his last breath
Fuck the losses, I just want the assets
Fuck the fame, nigga, where the cash at?
Her vibe real bad, but she a spoiled brat
Lil' bro rich as hell and he don't even rap
Only FaceTime, you know the phone tapped
Ain't no racist driveway, my cars is white and black

[BC JRoc]
Lost a few bands, I had to get it back
I be out in Cali plantin' me some extras
They gone take your shit, then you can't get it back
Put the infrared on that fitted cap
You go against the gang, then you gon' see your death
I was down bad, I just needed help
But now I'm in the kitchen cookin' like a chef
Thirty in the glizzy, feelin' like I'm Steph
I'ma hit it 'til it ain't nothing left
Gotta make it back home to my folk
Mama lost her hope, she seen me totin' poles
Hangin' with the killers, smokin' on the dope
I was playin' ball, beefin' with the coach
Skippin' class, tryna fuck with the hoes
I wish back then, man, I would have known
You go get the paper, plug send the load
Youngin truly tried to put them niggas on
I told them niggas, "You will make it if you try"
If the nigga play with you, he gotta die
Stay ten toes, stand on your pride
RondoNumbaNine, bustin' every time
Niggas cappin', they be lyin' every time
I'ma let 'em live unless you cross the line
I don't know where we goin', I'm just ridin'

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