Testo Don't Exist - Money Man

Don't Exist - Money Man
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Canzone dall'album: Don't Try This At Home
Nel genere:Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Data di rilascio:29.07.2026
Etichetta discografica:Black Circle, EMPIRE
Limitazioni di età: 18+

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Don't Exist
If they locked me up, would you stay down for me? Bae, that's the question
Secret Service keep callin' my phone, they want info, they askin' questions
I ain't sparin' none of these niggas no more, on soul, I'm pressin' the button
All this scammin' shit might catch up, good karma, I been punchin'
Seem like loyal bitches extinct, seem like loyal bitches ain't real
Bae, I'm really feelin' your drip, bae, I'm really feelin' your hair
We can disappear on the jet, I'll put carats on your neck
Left the trap, I had to take a shower, it's residue all on me
Niggas will cross you out for petty shit, they really ain't your homies
All these diamonds set mosaic, I got rocks, I need jabronis
Made it out the streets, we set the bar, you know that I'm a trophy
If they lock me up, I'm leavin' them Ms for all my kids and bitches
I went FRT on all my sticks, I threw away them switches
Seem like loyal women extinct these days, I guess you gotta adapt
I can't put my faith in none of these niggas, I put my trust in racks
Would you stay down for a nigga if they ever gave me a bid?
If I give you my word, I got you, I ain't never finna renege
I was tryna find a master plan, thinkin' they smokin' cig'
Only thing that I could think of was puttin' pounds on the red
We can hop on one of these private charters, where you tryna go?
Only thing I'm on is scammin', shit, that's all that I know
I put partners on my songs, tryna make sure niggas blow
I put chains on niggas necks, tryna make sure niggas glow
I be walkin' on these beats, shit, every song I float
Got a hundred on me right now, I ain't gotta gloat
In the CPN location, they can't find me, I'm remote
I'm in your city with this plastic, finna run through one of these stores
Niggas salty, but I ain't sweatin' it, shit, 'cause I'm in that mode
If they locked me up, would you stay down for me? Bae, that's the question
Secret Service keep callin' my phone, they want info, they askin' questions
I ain't sparin' none of these niggas no more, on soul, I'm pressin' the button
All this scammin' shit might catch up, good karma, I been punchin'
Seem like loyal bitches extinct, seem like loyal bitches ain't real
Bae, I'm really feelin' your drip, bae, I'm really feelin' your hair
We can disappear on the jet, I'll put carats on your neck

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