Testo My rib Money Man

My rib

Tote my bag 'longside my rib
I don't eat pork, I don't talk to no pigs
I don't trust niggas who abandon their kids
You still servin' Alabama with mid
I don't hold work, I get off swift
Can't trust bitches, they talk too much
Can't afford this drip 'cause it cost too much
Gotta cherish these racks 'cause I lost too much
I was in the studio, fuck these sluts
And I sold 400 bags this month
Can't let a bitch nigga hit my blunt
BC the gang, we a unified front
I'ma keep it real, girl, I love your touch
And I'm in the crib rollin' Purple Punch
She done felt the Lord and I only hit it once
Coolin' in the pool in some Burberry trunks
These the Diors, I ain't rockin' no Dunks
I ain't go to class lil' nigga, I flunked

And I got 90 bags in my trunk, under my spare
Hit her from the back, pullin' her hair
Rocks in my yard, nigga, beware
Nigga can't lack, gotta be aware
I ain't have shit, life ain't fair
Damn, baby girl lookin' good in them sweats
I ain't talkin' shoes but I'm runnin' to a check
Told my girl sorry for the neglect
She just wanna lay around the house and have sex
Plug got a plug and he just hit me with a text
He just sent three different packs for a test run
Every day I serve, nigga, gotta keep a handgun
And I got the weed, sell it in my mansion
Everything plant-based, I done went vegan
I done been down bad, know he freezin'
But lil' girl sick as hell, cold, she was sneezin'
Talked to the Lord and I told him I need Him
Why you in the trap, not shoppin'? Nigga, beat it
Just like a keyboard, you can get deleted
All my goals, nigga, I'ma exceed 'em
And I got five straps in the two-seater
And I got the queen with me like Latifah
All my niggas pit bulls, nigga, I'ma breed 'em
Yeah, yeah, and I got exotic comin' in every weekend
Nigga, this motivation when I'm speakin'
Niggas tellin' on their partner, that's treason
Lil' nigga mad at me, he ain't eatin'
He ain't got hustle, lil' nigga, that's the reason

Tote my bag 'longside my rib
I don't eat pork, I don't talk to no pigs
I don't trust niggas who abandon their kids
You still servin' Alabama with mid
I don't hold work, I get off swift
Can't trust bitches, they talk too much
Can't afford this drip 'cause it cost too much
Gotta cherish these racks 'cause I lost too much
I was in the studio, fuck these sluts
And I sold 400 bags this month
Can't let a bitch nigga hit my blunt
BC the gang, we a unified front
I'ma keep it real, girl, I love your touch
And I'm in the crib rollin' Purple Punch
She done felt the Lord and I only hit it once
Coolin' in the pool in some Burberry trunks
These the Diors, I ain't rockin' no Dunks
I ain't go to class lil' nigga, I flunked