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BPM: 125
Key: AM
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*Money man type beat by sirenmadeit. This instrumental hip-hop music beat features a Dirty South-style beat with a bass line that will have you moving your feet. Perfect for any type of commercial, this beat is available in both purchase and lease options. *

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Money Man Type Beat - NO LUV

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I’ve been up in my bag like a trapped out sack
I’ve been stackin that bread like a bakers rack
I’ve been clutching my lead like a pencil stack
they fuck wit da boss like jack got the gas
Like call me Rick Ross been moving my stash
Like a thread of floss been slipping thru cracks
Like a bag of rocks drop em dead real fast
Like an old school clock yo time has past
You think you smoke, must be a joke
Like 25 joints every day we blow
Used to stay up when I was off of the snow
Ski down on the beat spittin bars real cold
Now I drink n I swerve on the flow
Mixin shi up like a jack n coke
Talkin that shi n we kick n yo door
Up wit the gang you already know
Stackin up o’s on o’s on o’s
I’m talking bout weed but my money done grown
Just bought a new chain now my neck lookin froze
Iced out the gang you alr know
Need a new watch like diamonds or gold
To much time on my hands so you know I got both
Need new Glock the old one just for shows
If you reachin for my chain then you know I’m gonna blow
Flipped that bag empty out that sack
10 a g come get it real fast
28 Eights n I flipped me a rack
Buy some more then flip it right back
Everyday wit the twin ye he got my back
Remember them days we was up in that shack
Smokin down on blunts n trapping out packs
Those were the days that turned me to jack
Back in the day I was clutchin my strap
Now I get payed for sellin that pack
My brother self made n he got my back
My brother get paid and he buyin my pack
I be gettin laid like a chair kicked back
I’ll Never get played I’m like faker yea
My music aint made I’m not a faker yea
My music gone rise like a baker yea
Smoke in the air and liquor in my grip,
Girls in my zone, every moments is a trip,
Cruisin with my clone and we rollin with a zip
Yea Rollin' with my twin, every move is a script,
In the zone yea we got that got that vibe,
every lyric we flip like a blunt that’s right
My money smoked a zip, yea it got that high
Don’t tell me I ain’t shit, that’s a god damn lie
I’m burning down a forest and gettin that sap
Syrup on the wood, burn it down with wax
Pushin these trees and screamin out yola
Fuckin yo bitch, and I betchu don’t know yuh
Product is good, smokin pounds of thrax
I really think you should, I got deals on packs
Bitch I run the game like a fuckin controller
Ballin in the streets like a fuckin high rolla
High as fuck I’m in space with drax
Space weed in the blunt it’s some fuckin mac
Real life call of duty ima fuckin foot soldier
Weight on my shoulders like a mother fuckin boulda
Got that cheddar in the fuckin sack
Pick the bread up with my brother jack
Icey hot bitch I’m fuckin bipolar
Smokin on these blunts got me feelin like a stoner