[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
(Trauma Tone)

[Verse: Money Man]
I'm a real 'za seller, do you understand me?
Wipe a pussy n***a down for tryna come and rob me
I ain't sellin' a n***a shit unless he coppin' whole P
I be ridin' 'round the city whippin' flipped Ferraris
N***a ever try me, they gon' have to have a bunk ready
Duffle bag full of trees, we drag 'em in it, this shit heavy
Got your bitch soakin' wet, she blowin' me up, she say she ready
Trappin' in these white Forces, got me feelin' like I'm Nelly
I was locked up in DeKalb, I was boxin' with my celly
Fillin' up them turkey bags, watchin' Ed, Edd n Eddy
If you a real bitch then you would fuck me right now in that 'Lamb
You ain't no real shooter so let me take that pistol out your hand
I feel like Comcast around this bitch, I got Runtz on demand
Man, the way I put that shit on, they should call me Dapper Dan
On my side we runnin' shit, n***a, it's gon' stay that way
With this black out, thumpin' shit, n***a, like a 808
I'm at Bal Harbour shoppin', I blew thirty up in Webster
Got this shit from growin', dog, I ain't need me no investor
Got these racks inside this bag, let me dump 'em out and count it
Growin' strains, I keep diverting power from all of my houses
Sent that shit right back, I told the plug that shit right there was lousy
Go and serve like fifty bags and then go duck off in Stone Mountain
Pull up Sprinter, hoppin' out designer bags in my hand
Got that FN 57, I just pray this shit don't jam
All I talk is 'za numbers, I know it's hard to understand
All I talk is motion shit, I know the streets gon' comprehend