Gynius - M.M.

Money man
Counted hunninds
Livin lavish
Thinkin bout who gone stick around
Til the end
Reminiscin on the past and the ones who didn't last
Tryna find a way in
It's the money man
They don't understand
Why I can't even let em in
I don't recognize by the outside inside visualize
When it comes to my image
All you see is the money man
Like a talisman
In the game Luka magic
Ballin
Only question that I ask Is
Why i gotta be the money man

And they ain't never give a damn
And that's straight up fact
Women played me like fiddle
Wit the words talkin riddle
I had cut off some exes
Ain't got time for feelins
I be high in the sky
Look the same as the sun
Workin harder than ever
To see my momma live better
When everybody thought I'm finished
I be up when they sleepin
Tryna get it Like I never had it
Thinkin bout my daddy
Cause i never will meet him
hear that I love you I'm proud
Give it all up now
I got my hand on they throat
Talkin Eminem choke
They used to tell me that wasn't for the game

Money man
Counted hunninds
Livin lavish
Thinkin bout who gone stick around til the end
Reminiscin on the past and the ones who didn't last
Tryna find a way in
It's the money man
They don't understand
Why I can't even let em in
I don't recognize by the outside inside visualize
When it comes to my image
All you see is the money man
Like a talisman
In the game Luka magic
Ballin
Only question that I ask Is
Why i gotta be the money man

Now they singin my songs tryna copy everythang
That includes my hair
Can't nobody do it better
You ain't built like me
Smell the blood go for kill
Black mamba
Don't you play my like a dummy
On the beat retarded
I got so many bars
Every second ya notice
Take a tour of my mind
Lookin like it's prison
When the demons give me hell
Angels take me to heaven
Father god doctor
Try to be patient
Flow so sick cold ammonia
I can see like a physic
Got the Third eye scopin

Money man
Counted hunninds
Livin lavish
Thinkin bout who gone stick around til the end
Reminiscin on the past and the ones who didn't last
Tryna find a way in
It's the money man
They don't understand
Why I can't even let em in
I don't recognize by the outside inside visualize
When it comes to my image
All you see is the money man
Like a talisman
In the game Luka magic
Ballin
Only question that I ask Is
Why i gotta be the money man

Written by:
Harry Pinckney

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