Money Man - Stay Productive Lyrics

(Yung Lan on the track)

I got money counters in the kitchen
Clientele tryna come and visit (yeah)
Young niggas all around grinnin'
Shit, they throwed off
They don't know shit about religion (yeah)
Only Christian that they know is Dior
They robbin', they just wanna eat more
Fuckin' bitches on the seashore
I'm travellin', I just wanna see more
Got the banger with me, that's at all times
Ten bitches with me and they all dimes
If we get into it, then there's repercussions
Got the chopper with me, want an introduction?
Droppin' bags off, gotta stay productive
Drivin' mad fast in the Rolls Culli'

Hit a snapback with no steel bullets
I'm a millionaire, but I'll still pull it
Ever seen three hundred in a Goyard duffel?
Gotta trap spot doin' McDonald numbers
Got blood money, we some real dope runners
We some lost souls, there ain't no hope for us
Diamonds got a nigga wet, wet, wet
Chandelier AP with baguettes
Turn a nigga hood to fright fest
Gotta fifty on me, that's a light check
Four tennis' that's a light neck
This the big boy, not the light jet
Me and lil' mama havin' rich sex
We gon' step on niggas like an insect
Got a glass wrist, where the Windex?
In the Caribbean, talkin' real boss shit
When it's chilly out I got a Hermes trench
And the new load got a strong lemon scent
Bought the Red Eye, came with the limo tint
Paid the rent 'cause she was bad, bad, bad
Urus ridin' with the dealership tag
Shawty overloaded with Chanel bags
Modified Charger gone in a flash
Reaper wit' me tryna snatch a nigga soul
Finna track a Honda car and get him followed home
International, I did a show in Rome
Flyin' on a nigga block with a drone
She gon' come and put my mind at ease
Tall nigga, she wanna climb my tree
Virgin Islands, ocean front part land
Milli' cash, havin' bands on hand
She gon' fall through and turn up for me
Spendin' problem, I just burn up money
Coupes lined up, all different colors
Vibes lined up, all different colors
Overseas guns, five different colors
Got a good shot like an NBA jumper
Big dog havin' NBA money
Never played it for, got P's and a .40

I got money counters in the kitchen
Clientele tryna come and visit (yeah)
Young niggas all around grinnin'
Shit, they throwed off
They don't know shit about religion (yeah)
Only Christian that they know is Dior
They robbin', they just wanna eat more
Fuckin' bitches on the seashore
I'm travellin', I just wanna see more
Got the banger with me, that's at all times
Ten bitches with me and they all dimes
If we get into it, then there's repercussions
Got the chopper with me, want an introduction?
Droppin' bags off, gotta stay productive
Drivin' mad fast in the Rolls Culli'