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rap money - toby man lyrics

[hook: travi$ scott]
pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out)
we so high, upper echelon (straight up)
we so f-ckin’ high, upper echelon

[verse 1: travi$ scott]
dozin’ off them xannies, just popped a bandie
wave rock like atlantic, froze like atlantic
party at the sphinx, d-mn that’s so outlandish
she gon’ make it clap, clap, throw them bands
walkin’ through the waldorf they know my name here
dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year
don’t you come around me, ain’t got the time, b, naww
watch me do the randy, touchdown
knew how much i get, think la flame the golden child
ridin’ right behind her, pull up beside her
we poppin’ champagne, d-mn you apple cider
[hook: travi$ scott]
pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out)
we so high, upper echelon (straight up)
we so f-ckin’ high, upper echelon

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
uh, pull up in the rari, my ho beside me
it’s a two seater, your b-tch can’t ride, ho i’m sorry
let’s get it jumpin’, call it center court
on the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court
just beat the case, call it larry holmes
on the plane with your b-tch and a carry on
i do it for my city, then i fly away
i can see tomorrow, i’m so high today
i told ’em let’s pray, i keep killin’ verses
yo b-tch with me, she wearin’ killer purses
pull out that 7, mac-11
pastor, reverend, versace heaven

[hook: travi$ scott]
pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out)
we so high, upper echelon (straight up)
we so f-ckin’ high, upper echelon

[verse 3: tobyman]
front row seats with blowfly
the crowd is so high
shorty she gets low
on her knees she go and blow
bit my finger so, watch my p-n-s grow
i cannot tell, for i do not know
take a picture and show
hope for the answer to be no
you’re a gorgeous mixture baby
i’m getting richer every minute
i rape a lady in the fortress
i’m in jail cell i’ll sleep away all time within it
i’m heartless, the pain is deep
it wouldn’t hurt to see a flood of dead babies
i love every minute of it
i lay back in bed reminisce on the ladies, i raped
suffering and cannot be recovering
try to change it makes no difference

[hook: travi$ scott]
pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out)
we so high, upper echelon (straight up)
we so f-ckin’ high, upper echelon

- toby man lyrics

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