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Courtesy Lyrics - Artist : Money Man
These red bottom boots, bae, these ain't Timbs
On a DMT drug and I'm selling weed pens Only real in the circle, I don't fuck with fake friends Only high grade flower, so I'm going up to Mercury Gave her CareCredit 'cause she said she wanted surgery (Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up) I can get the pack here and gone with some urgency All my diamonds flashing like an ambulance emergency Vacuum seal it for you, I'ma show a little courtesy I just left France, I got overseas currency All my exes love me, they regret that we broke up Two Latina bitches with me gettin' coked up Plug got a nigga waitin', damn, what's the hold up? When the shit done drying, I'ma buy the whole yield They know I'm growing indoor, you can tell from the light bill I'ma start a pandemic just like the Chinese Countin' up while I'm watching Netflix, Stranger Things Niggas ain't ballin', they can never ever make the team Nigga, this is exotic weed, I don't do the nicotine Pretty bitch ridin' with me, she got high self-esteem Presidential Rollie, nigga, bustdown Jubilee Bought a Trackhawk just to get from point A to B Even when I was a child, niggas couldn't play with me Told my old lady nigga touch her, I'ma kill his ass Got a blue check, I ain't talkin' 'bout Instagram Had to buy a Euro cut suit, I'm a businessman I ain't got time for the gossip, I'm a busy man I don't do the Gucci, nigga, I don't do the Dapper Dan I'm the type to mail a bag of loud to my biggest fan I can't let shit slide, I can't be the bigger man I ain't talkin' college, but my shoes cost a couple bands D |
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