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won't judge you - money man lyrics

[intro]
(zaytoven)

[chorus]
i’m on the road with the candy
f*ckin’ a lil’ b*tch named candy
you know that stick come in handy
for n*ggas who hatin’ and ranting
girl, shake that ass, don’t be ashamed
girl, shake that ass, i won’t judge you
you need that pack, i could plug you
girl, shake that ass, i won’t judge you
amg with the red pepper seats
this a mercedes, this not a jeep
plug finna bring me a whole heap
been in the trap for a whole week
we been on that, boy, we don’t get no sleep
n*gga don’t put in work, then he don’t feed
i’ve been f*ckin’ this b*tch ’cause it feels good
i love thumbin’ through racks cause it feel good

[verse]
got chanel on her feet, got her walkin’ right
you ain’t speakin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ right
go ‘head and twerk it, lil’ bae, don’t you be ashamed
coppped the diamond ring, this sh*t from johnny dang
buyin’ acres in land in my mama name
copped the factory rollie, i like it plain
i need money, ain’t got time to play them games
when i go to a show, it’s a private plane
wanna shake it lil’ bae, i won’t judge you
she gon’ throw that sh*t back when i come through
she gon’ whisper to me that i love you
we gon’ throw back a shroom and have fun too
she got hips and, godd*mnit, she fine too
got the route with the pack, it got fine tuned
but she thick when she posin’ that side pose
i love bl!cks and you know that i be with poles
i’m just here for the night, then a n*gga gone
if i’m drivin’, then you better get it done
i got shooters with me, like i’m jerry sloan
countin’ racks in the h with a redbone
if i aim for a temple, his head gone
if you cross out your brother, you dead wrong
d*mn, she lookin’ good with them bottegas on
i got rich sellin’ bud in a drug zone
[chorus]
i’m on the road with the candy
f*ckin’ a lil’ b*tch named candy
you know that stick come in handy
for n*ggas who hatin’ and ranting
girl, shake that ass, don’t be ashamed
girl, shake that ass, i won’t judge you
you need that pack, i could plug you
girl, shake that ass, i won’t judge you
amg with the red pepper seats
this a mercedes, this not a jeep
plug finna bring me a whole heap
been in the trap for a whole week
we been on that, boy, we don’t get no sleep
n*gga don’t put in work, then he don’t feed
i’ve been f*ckin’ this b*tch ’cause it feels good
i love thumbin’ through racks cause it feel good

- money man lyrics

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