All The Gold
Money Man
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Money Man - All The Gold Lyrics & Traduction

Woah-oh, yea woah-oh
Woah-oh, yea woah-oh
Yea, yea, yea

I'm stacking up all the blues
I'm getting them cars accrued
My ??? Palestinian
My lawyer he a Jew
I'm buying up all the gold
I'm buying up all the poles
Chanel for all my hoes
I pay for her nails and toes
I'm terpin' all these bags
Got lows I need a stash
I'm looking at charts and graphs
She tipsy, throwing ass
I'm juicin' beets and celery
My cousins lookin' up to me
I'm blowing money regularly
I'm running I got a regimen
My crib it cost 2 M's
It floor to ceiling glass
I'm feeling swell today
I bought that lil' bitch a bag
I'm having a lot of knowledge
I need to go teach a lecture
My bitches in competition
To see who could fuck me better

My fits from other countries, my whips from other countries
Just left Mercedes dealership my Wagon in production
Last night was wild, we fucked so hard we almost got a concussion
I tossed my dog a plug and then I made the introduction
I'm him it's not a discussion, I'm fly it's not a discussion
Can't hang around you bum nigga's, it's really not productive
That ho ain't have good energy, she really have it disgusting
I [Jimmy?] to the missus, I'm swimming in all these riches
I'm cashing on the riches, don't mean that shit is ugly
I'm [cooler than your lil' clothing line?], to me that shit is bummy
I'm pulling up, Orange Lamb' in LA, feelin' like I'm ???
My pockets gon' be extra round, and bitch you know they chunky
I'm buying up all the real estate, I'm really having houses
I'm hopping up off the jet, ??? really feeling drowsy
I had to get the Urus, I ain't feel right in an Audi
I'm drippin' ??? the Rollie on and greeting niggas with howdy

I'm stacking up all the blues
I'm getting them cars accrued
My ??? Palestinian
My lawyer he a Jew
I'm buying up all the gold
I'm buying up all the poles
Chanel for all my hoes
I pay for her nails and toes
I'm terpin' all these bags
Got lows I need a stash
I'm looking at charts and graphs
She tipsy, throwing ass
I'm juicin' beets and celery
My cousins lookin' up to me
I'm blowing money regularly
I'm running I got a regimen
My crib it cost 2 M's
It floor to ceiling glass
I'm feeling swell today
I bought that lil' bitch a bag
I'm having a lot of knowledge
I need to go teach a lecture
My bitches in competition
To see who could fuck me better


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