Get ready to dive into Money Man's vibrant celebration of hard work and unrelenting hustle. In this track, he paints a picture of success achieved through relentless effort and sheer determination. Through verses dripping with vivid imagery, he highlights the journey from humble beginnings to luxury living—transitioning from walking to driving Porsches. Flexing his lyrical prowess, Money Man emphasizes the importance of perseverance, grind, and the grind-paying-off with mentions of purple and orange buds, blinding VV's, and a life of comfort and success. Ultimately, the song serves as an anthem for those who refuse to be lazy, choosing instead to rise above and chase their dreams with vigor.
We Not Lazy
Lyrics
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 Porsche's (yeah)
I got Gelato and Sherbert (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)
On Sunday I'm burnin' Peach Cobbler (yeah)
Vegan, I ate a falafe (yeah)
Ice on my neck and my goggles (yeah)
I'm on this hybrid, a cross-strain
I just bet 50K on a Hawks game
I just serve 'em P's, I do not ask names
My bitch bad as fuck, 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
Got fam some 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 fuck
First I was thinkin' 'bout givin' up
Then I had to 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
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 Porsche's (yeah)
I got Gelato and Sherbert (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)
On Sunday I'm burnin' Peach Cobbler (yeah)
Vegan, I ate a falafe (yeah)
Ice on my neck and my goggles (yeah)
Writer(s): Tysen Jay Bolding
Copyright(s): Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave, Missing Link Music
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