Out The Mud Lyrics - Singles - Money Man

[Verse 1: Young Thug] 

Blatt! Blatt! Blatt! Jeeee~ 

I make the pop flip 

I'm stacking my chips 

Like I'm in Vegas 

She gotta have hips 

Ain't fucking no RIP 

My car is the latest 

My pockets on blimp 

I'm pissing out zips 

My kids are lazy 

Keys all on my cars 

I shine like a star 

I'm higher than Mars, ohh 

My jewelry is winning, no poo 

And this street shit is in me, Ryu 

I got tats on my fore arms 

I smoke more trees than a Palm 

Hey and I'm......blowing, no bomb 

That FN I got is bout loud as a car alarm 

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[Hook: Money Man] 

I told her jump inside the bed 

I told her open up ya legs 

I told her come and use ya head 

These niggas beefing over bread 

These niggas talking to the Feds 

I just go burn a pound of Meds 

I buy a brick and shake a leg 

I had to go and get it out the mud 

I had to turn myself in to a plug 

Ain't nobody want to show me love 

I had to crawl out from the slums 

I cut half these niggas off 

Cause half these niggas too soft 

I had to bounce back when I lost 

Ran it up now a nigga on me 

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[Verse 2: Money Man] 

I went to Arizona for a minute 

Buy the boy just a cheaper ticket 

Baby girl let a plug hit it 

I'm a beast when them drugs in me 

I'm with the growers out at Cali 

They just be tossing bags at me 

These niggas use to laugh at me 

Now these bitches throwing ass at me 

Ain't have a shoulder to lean on 

Ain't have an OG to put me on 

Ran up a hundred thousand on my own 

Ran up a hundred thousand from the strong 

I'm kicking bitches out the coupe 

I'm giving speeches to the troops 

Grab the F n N and let it loose 

I just can't snitch on my connect 

I just can't go for disrespect 

Pour a 40 ease all the stress 

Don't make me break a little nigga neck 

Streets turning a nigga to a monster 

Swear to god a nigga eating Lobster 

I keep a cart by all the robbers 

That's a hundred rounds for all my problems 

[Hook: Money Man] 

I told her jump inside the bed 

I told her open up ya legs 

I told her come and use ya head 

These niggas beefing over bread 

These niggas talking to the Feds 

I just go burn a pound of Meds 

I buy a brick and shake a leg 

I had to go and get it out the mud 

I had to turn myself in to a plug 

Ain't nobody want to show me love 

I had to crawl out from the slums 

I cut half these niggas off 

Cause half these niggas too soft 

I had to bounce back when I lost 

Ran it up now a nigga on me