Mansa Musa Lyrics - Anderson Paak

Back on my bullshit 

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch 

Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich 

Mansa Musa, gold jewelry 

Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece 

Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' 

All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish 

It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch! 

Uh, my money, money 

Pocket so dummy 

That mean my money so sick 

I might just cough up a hunnid 

Rich gyal in me own time zone, fuck whoever 

Shit, you gotta love me 

Now if you owe me mine, better run it 

A hunnid miles nad runnin', yeah, I'm comin', still gunnin' 

Shit that we be on, you could hate it or love it 

And if I said it, then I meant it, muh fucker, who want it? 

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Now I've been on some different shit lately 

Like I need to dumb it down for this hip hop scene 

Like I only come around for this type shit here 

If I have to bust around, it's on the hits, my dear 

Now what we gwan do with all these hits over here? 

Go up in smoke when I disappear, reappear 

Hah, I'm just bein' sincere 

Boss shit, how we do it? 

Crack music, top tier, nigga 

Shut it down, my nigga, chill 

We could see right through that bullshit 

You pussy, nigga, we could tell 

Better believe my product sell 

Made a billion off my bullshit and did it, nigga, high as hell 

Overachiever, nigga, I excel 

If my name is on this muh fucker 

Better believe the stock's up 

Professional winners around us 

Better fly, leave the buildin', levitatin' on you mother fucks 

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Back on my bullshit 

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch 

Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich 

Mansa Musa, gold jewelry 

Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece 

Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' 

All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish 

It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch! 

Mummy wrap, double back, gimmie that 

Real rich niggas never advertise that 

Broke niggas always playin' rich, puttin' on an act 

Whoa, nigga, when your money grow 

Maybe we could chat 

But in the meantime, I remain streamlined 

Stuck in my ends if ever I'm in the decline 

I double my wins, now look how my whole team shine 

Hell no, blow out my dough, I'm tryna keep mine 

Nigga, fuck that snow up your nose, it's fuckin' ski time 

Ho-ho, call up the hoes, it's shoppin' spree time 

Don't nobody roll in a Rolls Royce where we from 

So I'm goin' stupid as soon as I get a lil' sum 

Dumb, they should have never gave you niggas money! 

Hey, watch your mouth boy 

You don't ball, boy 

You don' maxin' out credit cards, boy 

I'ma cash cow, you a hog wart 

Tell you anything, you would fall for it 

Get the piece, you don't really want war 

Why the mean mug? That's uncalled for 

Now I'm back on my bullshit 

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch 

Even as the king, I stay hood rich 

Mansa Musa, gold jewelry 

Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece 

Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' 

All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish 

It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!