Letras Alpha Bay - Money Man

Alpha Bay

One house with ten rooms, high yieldin' in farming\nI’m trippin', I hope I ain’t fuck up this harvest\nIn one building, I got like three different 'partments\nI go shop at Bergdof to cop me some garments\nVegan weed, we grew this shit with some spring water (Alawais)\nThis shit ain’t cheap, better come with your best offer\nI’m really servin' bags, I’m not a TikToker\nHe hold a fifty, I pulled up with three partners\nSix choppers, only the Circle, no flip-floppers\nTop shelf or low deps, you know I got two options\nShe ride the dick like a bull, baby, don’t stop it\nBOA, Navy Fed 'drawals, niggas can’t knock it\nSometimes, I middle-man, I put the tops on 'em\nAlphaBay shit, nigga, I’m droppin' sauce on 'em\nLet niggas get wild and I’m lettin' off on 'em\nFontana, I’m brunchin', on salad, I’m munchin'\nThem numbers, I’m punchin', that dry weed is crunchy\nThey still finna grab it, they know it ain’t average\nThe bank need ID, I’ma email or fax it\nGot hoes in the Czech Republic on them tablets\nThey makin' them old niggas send that cabbage\nWe not the same, I’m out of niggas' stratos'\nI’m uppin' that flame if niggas get too active\nGot shrooms, bars, and resin, my bitch thick and sexy\nThis Rolex impressive, got binary weapons\nGot four different spots and they all havin' plenty\nSellin' weed, talkin' THC, I got my hands in 'em\nThey hard to keep up with, I let my bitch run 'em\nI done went platinum, but I still got street money\nI done went platinum, but I still be fried and shit\nDon’t get it twisted, I’ll still come and off some shit\nRouting and checking account, I devour it\nGrow house need tons of the power, rerouting it\nCounted out forty mil', why they be doubting it?\nExotic bitch with me, just got through countin' it\nNiggas spend dimes, then you know we gon' counter it\nI’m good with math, so you know I’m accountin' it\nAin’t feel like countin', so I money counter it\nServin' my Haitian, we met at the Mandarin\nOne house with ten rooms, high yieldin' in farming\nI’m trippin', I hope I ain’t fuck up this harvest\nIn one building, I got like three different 'partments\nI go shop at Bergdof to cop me some garments\nVegan weed, we grew this shit with some spring water\nThis shit ain’t cheap, better come with your best offer\nI’m really servin' bags, I’m not a TikToker\nHe hold a fifty, I pulled up with three partners\nSix choppers, only the Circle, no flip-floppers\nTop shelf or low deps, you know I got two options\nShe ride the dick like a bull, baby, don’t stop it\nBOA, Navy Fed 'drawals, niggas can’t knock it\nSometimes, I middle-man, I put the tops on 'em\nAlphaBay shit, nigga, I’m droppin' sauce on 'em\nLet niggas get wild and I’m lettin' off on 'em