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We Not Lazy Lyrics


Money Man We Not Lazy

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
This shit we doing ginormous, yeah
My bitch, she pretty and gorgeous, yeah
She tryna come join the Circle, yeah
My buds be purple and orange, yeah
No, we not lazy, we working, yeah
Used to walk, now we in Porsches, yeah
I got Gelato and Sherbet, yeah
I ran that check up on purpose, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I got Pink Runtz and Hawaiian, yeah
Keep me a strap like I'm dyking, yeah
All of my VV's be blinding, yeah
Keep me a script like a doctor, yeah
Sunday, I'm burnin' Peach Cobbler, yeah
Vegan, I ate a falafel, yeah
Ice on my neck and my goggles, yeah

[Verse]
I'm on this hybrid, the cross-strain
I just bet 50K on the Hawks game
I just serve 'em P's, I do not ask names
My bitch bad as f..ck, no, she will not change
I keep hundreds on me, I don't keep change
Got a hundred outdoors in my domain
Got a two-piece, they bad, in my domain
I get money, lil' bae, I don't complain
I got big bank, but no, I'm not Duct Tape
I got THC all in this cupcake
I get bags off, you know I had to dump weight
I got fam in New York somewhere upstate
Me and these niggas wasn't raised the same
Got my own wave, I'ma change the game
White collar jugg, had to change it up
Land Rover, nigga, had to Range it up
When we ride by, hoes wave at us
Even Lil' Tom don't play with us
Made a strategy and got rich as f..ck
First I was thinkin' 'bout givin' up
Then I had kids, I had to run it up, yeah, yeah
I'm in a Maybach inside her, yeah
Let the strap bang like it's Kony, yeah
I'ma take off like a rocket ship
I got that guap, I got bandanas
You hit my blunt with no antennas
I'm in the trap with some gang members
I split that check with them same members
Bullets hit you, you get dismembered
With this one Glock, I shoot six niggas
And my new whip, it cost six figures

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
This shit we doing ginormous, yeah
My bitch, she pretty and gorgeous, yeah
She tryna come join the Circle, yeah
My buds be purple and orange, yeah
No, we not lazy, we working, yeah
Used to walk, now we in Porsches, yeah
I got Gelato and Sherbet, yeah
I ran that check up on purpose, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I got Pink Runtz and Hawaiian, yeah
Keep me a strap like I'm dyking, yeah
All of my VV's be blinding, yeah
Keep me a script like a doctor, yeah
Sunday, I'm burnin' Peach Cobbler, yeah
Vegan, I ate a falafel, yeah
Ice on my neck and my goggles, yeah


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