Money Set Lyrics - Shy Glizzy

[Intro: Shy Glizzy] 

Blatt, slatt 

It's a fuckin' money set nigga 

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy] 

Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set 

Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace, I'm fresh to death 

Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent, I just give her hella dick 

It get cold where I'm from, lil' baby send your measurements, hey 

Shout out to your ex 'cause y'all won't never meet again 

She done went gang on these lames, she don't need no fuckin' friends 

First time she put that pussy on me, put her in a Benz (Yeah) 

You wanna talk to her, lil' nigga gotta have an M (Young Jefe holmes) 

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[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy] 

Jefe the name, fuck other theories 

You say you gang, you with the conspiracy (Gang gang) 

Quality jewelry, your shit is blurry (Bling bling) 

I catch a charge, they killin' the jury 

My swag be so clean but I'm sippin' the dirty 

Pull up to the scene and them niggas get scary 

I do it for Mally, I do it for 30 

Street nigga for life but this shit ain't gon' bury me 

40 bands in my jeans and you know they Amiri 

20 bands in when a nigga get near me 

Shawty keep asking me questions like Siri 

'Cause she ain't gettin' the message, that's clearly 

I like to show out lil' bitches especially 

You gotta show me that niggas can't catch you 

Girl my apologies that I can't flex you 

You know that I was a G when I met you 

A lot of bands, lot of dogs, it's a fuckin' major flex 

I make the gang go shoot some opps and spray a fuckin' hater next 

Oh yeah I'm this bitch with Flare and it's a fuckin' money set 

Boy if you play with that GG, ain't no fuckin' comin' back, ayy 

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy] 

Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set 

Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace, I'm fresh to death 

Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent, I just give her hella dick 

It get cold where I'm from, lil' baby send your measurements, hey 

Shout out to your ex 'cause y'all won't never meet again 

She done went gang on these lames, she don't need no fuckin' friends 

First time she put that pussy on me, put her in a Benz (Yeah) 

You wanna talk to her, lil' nigga gotta have an M 

[Verse 2: Young Thug] 

This mud on my ho, this mud on my dawgs 

This bitch want some score to put in her nose 

She say that this dick taste like candy 

Put some Laffy Taffys, it get hard then it's soft 

Under to the coat, that was just cocked, cocked 

Pop it on all of you opps 

I don't wanna pour up, but I got crop 

Fly as a broom, my diamonds no mop, yeah 

Hit my dawg with a brick like he Deebo, oh yeah 

My red gator out the swamp like mosquitos, oh yeah 

Got that pump in the front of that peephole, oh yeah 

Only time I ride the jetski's to catch hoes, oh yeah, uh (All the time) 

Perpetratin', ridin' in that Lambo on that Tesla, ooh 

Slam a bitch back, I done gone sumo, I'm a wrestler, ooh 

Take that Perc', 20 minutes later I load Beretta, ooh 

Eiffel tower on my chest, that cost me cheddar, ooh 

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy] 

Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set 

Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace, I'm fresh to death 

Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent, I just give her hella dick 

It get cold where I'm from, lil' baby send your measurements, hey 

Shout out to your ex 'cause y'all won't never meet again 

She done went gang on these lames, she don't need no fuckin' friends 

First time she put that pussy on me, put her in a Benz (Yeah) 

You wanna talk to her, lil' nigga gotta have an M