Money Man – 24

Watch official video and lyrics of lates song “24” here. Money Man is the singer of 24 song and the song is officially published in his You Tube account.

Money Man – 24 Official Song Video

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Money Man – 24 Lyrics

Burnin’ on Lilikoi in some Louis corduroys
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
Ridin’ with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I’ma thumb through it, I don’t need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her

I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
Burnin’ on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
Drippin’ real hard when I’m hoppin’ out two-door
I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin’ condo
White collar diamonds, nigga ballin’ like Lonzo
These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
Feelin’ like Jim Jones, nigga, I’m a capo
I’ma flip the Rolls-Royce, I’m feelin’ like Pop Smoke

Banana Cream Cake in my motherfuckin’ hemp wrap
If I don’t like the smell, then the pack get sent back
If I don’t like his energy, I push a nigga shit back
Making hash oil, listening to Bank, Big Facts
Making hash oil, listening to Scream, Big Facts
All that slick talkin’ finna get a nigga kidnapped
Gelonade got a nigga finna go and lift off
I’ma empty out the magazine when I’m pissed off

I’m on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked
My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique
I’ma hit from the rear, I wan’ grab her obliques
I ain’t got time in the day for my females be mad at me
Internet racks, I’ma run it up rapidly
She know I’m vicious, I’m fuckin’ her savagely
She know I get racks, she know my mentality
Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga
Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan’ on a nigga
Yeah, pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga

Anybody try, yeah, I’ma blam on niggas
Only hit banks, got fifty different cred’ lines
Turn a lady’s son to a FOX 5 headline
I was over drippin’, I should start my own clothing line
Got two jits, dawg, I’ll die for both of mine
I ain’t never satisfied ’til my money increase
Fucked up the profile, too many inquiries
They be low-key hatin’, I can hear ’em whispering
All these baguette chains, you can see ’em glimmering
Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock
I ain’t playin’ no games, I ain’t sparin’ no opps
It’s a full moon now, so I’m burnin’ Moon Rock
Livin’ off schemes, why is he on tip-top?

Burnin’ on Lilikoi in some Louis corduroys
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
Ridin’ with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I’ma thumb through it, I don’t need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her

I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
Burnin’ on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
Drippin’ real hard when I’m hoppin’ out two-door
I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin’ condo
White collar diamonds, nigga ballin’ like Lonzo
These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
Feelin’ like Jim Jones, nigga, I’m a capo
I’ma flip the Rolls-Royce, I’m feelin’ like Pop Smoke

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