Money Man – Ali Baba Lyrics

 

Ali Baba Lyrics by Money Man & Peezy

 

Yeah

Rockin’ leather, sellin’ P’s, my bitch is bad, she Portuguese
Is you gon’ get a bag or starve? You can’t force a n**** to eat
I keep applyin’ pressure, I make it hard for n***** to come compete
Don’t make me put this blicky to your forehead like a widow’s peak
On shrooms right now, I’m feelin’ geeked, my Lam’ truck got them custom seats
I’m burnin’ on Tahitian Treat, my Detroit shooter look like Veeze
He don’t mind, he’ll quickly squeeze, Circle set a different breed
Shawty got that alkaline, she say her pussy hit, lil’ n****
You know I’m gettin’ money, I paid 10K for the ceiling fixture
My bitch say she a Christian, but she lyin’, she get really wicked
Her head game stupid, too addictive
I spin alone, no codefendants
I’m indy, I’m not coexisting
It’s murder, we don’t just attempt it
Got so much ice, when I step inside the room, broke n***** feel offended
Controversial tweets, I’m steady trending
Only fuck the baddest women
Like Gizmo, I’m producin’ gremlins
In Raris, we ain’t doin’ lemons
Hit GoldenBoy to cook a chicken
Shawty wet, she almost drenched me
Scary n****, he keep on flinchin’
N***** broke, they keep on brickin’
She a quarter piece, a real cutie, no QP
I got lil’ baby runnin’ in banks for me, no QC, yeah

Air Force 1’s, they came from Virgil
Run that sack up like a gerbil
Street shit, we don’t write in journals
Came from violence, acts of murder
She got ass, it’s from her mama
He felt metal from a chopper
Roll a n**** like a grabba
My Dior silk just like the Shocker
My foreign bitch scammer, Ali Baba
I ain’t sellin’, had to hodl
Swipe it like it’s no tomorrow
She fuck me like it’s no tomorrow
Dope sold, we gon’ go to Mars
Custom glass in all our cars
Spent 50K on all these cards
Last night, I counted eighty large

Last night, I counted eighty large, I spent it like it’s no tomorrow
Ask around, we goin’ hard, drive foreigns like they stolen cars
Bad bitches ’round the world wan’ do ménage
Told the police I ain’t got no answers for ’em, bitch, do your job
Half a M in jewelry on, might grab the phone and get on Live
Pull up to the club, they walk me through the back, don’t stand in line
Tried to put him on, that n**** broke ’cause he got too much pride
See me top down on Ocean Drive, I know it hurt inside
We been talkin’ crypto, buyin’ NFTs, but they ain’t hip, though
Ain’t been talkin’ to my side bitch, still pay her rent, though
Flyer than a pilot, got that shit on
I don’t need no stylist, n****
Pick it out myself, ain’t got no problem with it
Eenie, meenie, miny, moe
Lamborghini, Bentley, Rolls
I can’t drive all this shit myself, I pass it to the bros
Lookin’ back, I’m proud of myself, I made it off the grow
Stayin’ on my grind and stickin’ to the code

Air Force 1s, they came from Virgil
Run that sack up like a gerbil
Street shit, we don’t write in journals
Came from violence, acts of murder
She got ass, it’s from her mama
He felt metal from a chopper
Roll a n**** like a grabba
My Dior silk just like the Shocker
My foreign bitch scammer, Ali Baba
I ain’t sellin’, had to hodl
Swipe it like it’s no tomorrow
She fuck me like it’s no tomorrow
Dope sold, we gon’ go to Mars
Custom glass in all our cars
Spent 50K on all these cards
Last night, I counted eighty large