Money Man – LLC Lyrics

 

LLC Lyrics Money Man

LLC Lyrics

 

LLC Lyrics by Money Man (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

 

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s go, let’s go, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone)
Yeah

I’m a walking business, n****, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I’m CP3
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky like I’m 22Gz
Trippin’ off this psilocin, sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash, shit, I want nothin’ but neck
Told these folks that I ain’t flying commercial, I do nothin’ but jets
If any opp survive when we slide, then he considered it blessed

Feelin’ like I’m Trae Young with this Glock because I score a lot
Feelin’ like I’m Yoda with this wisdom ’cause I know a lot
Countin’ up the extra in the trap, I might go buy some stocks
The AR-556, it go through walls just like it’s Juggernaut
Thinkin’ ’bout my safety, so I bulletproofed the SUV
The AP on my wrist inside the club shine like some LEDs
I know some n***** who learned how to shoot before they learned to read
All this money got me buyin’ land, it got me signin’ deeds

Juicing for two weeks, I need to cleanse, feel like my soul corrupted
All these players in this circle, you gon’ get your bitch abducted
Right now, yeah, I’m in this fuckin’ ‘Cat, you hear that motor purrin’
This week I’ma twist up Waffle Cone, you smell exotic burnin’
My lady got a business, now she earnin’, she keep buyin’ purses
We on shrooms, this drug right here is natural, we not doin’ Perkies
All I do is hit like just I’m Savage, we not doing verbal
All my n***** loyalists, no squares, we just do the circles
Put him onto crypto, it was cheap, but he ain’t wanna listen
Put him onto money, he was broke, but he ain’t wanna fix it
Put him onto fraud, he was scary, he ain’t wanna risk it
It’s a competition where I’m from, who gon’ be the richest?

I’m a walking business, n****, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I’m CP3
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky like I’m 22Gz
Trippin’ off this psilocin, sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash, shit, I want nothin’ but neck
Told these folks that I ain’t flying commercial, I do nothin’ but jets
If any opp survive when we slide, then he considered it blessed

I’m a walking business, step up in this bitch with confidence
Yeah, I’m corporate thuggin’, teachin’ dope boys how to politic
Only thing that feel better than cash is when deposits hit
Threw like thirty G’s in Magic, paid for a hoe scholarship
Free them boys
Woke up this morning and bought me three new toys
Bands on hand, only use cards when I’m buying land
I’m just saying when you make some extra, put that to the side
Trophies tickets super high, get half a bag for 35

(What’s that?) Taxin (Askin’) I’m the boss you n***** workin’ for
Fraction, (What piece?) you just yappin not slidin’
Thought you was ’bout that action
Never loved her, I just like her for her satisfaction
Burnt off in the Hellcat, I turned off the traction

I’m a walking business, n****, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I’m CP3
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky like I’m 22Gz
Trippin’ off this psilocin, sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash, shit, I want nothin’ but neck
Told these folks that I ain’t flying commercial, I do nothin’ but jets
If any opp survive when we slide, then he considered it blessed