ฟังเพลง24 (Explicit)

Song: 24

Artist: Money Man, Lil Baby

Lyrics: Money Man, Lil Baby

Composed: Nflated

(Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)

Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy

R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24

I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours

Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains

VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers

I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter

Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her

I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower

Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto

Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door

I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo

Thirty laptops in my mother****in' condo

White collar diamonds, nigga ballin' like Lonzo

These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco

Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo

I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke

Banana Cream Cake in my mother****in' hemp wrap

If I don't like the smell, then the pack get sent back

If I don't like his energy, I push a nigga shit back

Making hash oil, listening to Bank, Big Facts

Making hash oil, listening to Scream, Big Facts

All that slick talkin' finna get a nigga kidnapped

Gelonade got a nigga finna go and lift off

I'ma empty out the magazine when I'm pissed off

I'm on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked

My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep

I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique

I'ma hit from the rear, I wan' grab her obliques

I ain't got time in the day for my females be mad at me

Internet racks, I'ma run it up rapidly

She know I'm vicious, I'm ****in' her savagely

She know I get racks, she know my mentality

Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga

Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan' on a nigga

Yeah, pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga

Anybody try, yeah, I'ma blam on niggas

I'm the head bad guy, fifty different gridlines

Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline

I was over drippin', I should start my own clothing line

Got two jits, dawg, I'll die for both of mine

I ain't never satisfied 'til my money increase

****ed up the profile, too many inquiries

They be low-key hatin', I can hear 'em whispering

All these baguette chains, you can see 'em glimmering

Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock

I ain't playin' no games, I ain't sparin' no opps

It's a full moon now, so I'm burnin' Moon Rock

Livin' off schemes, why is he on tip-top?

Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy

R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24

I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours

Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains

VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers

I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter

Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her

I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower

A1 Zone 4, I'm feelin' like Rocko

Big, big spender, take a jet to Morocco

I got pretty women showin' titties like I'm Flacko

I came in a hard top, I'm still in the drop, though

I can make the charts drop whenever I wan' drop somethin'

I can give my big bro a dime, he'll pop somethin'

These niggas not real slime, they imposter

I know that my opps somewhere now playin' possum

I come from a different type of cloth, we don't gossip

Pussy nigga actin' like it's up, we'll chop him

She diggin' the rocks in my ear, I'm a rockstar

Come from out the trenches, gettin' paid like a popstar

I be sellin' weed by the P like a rasta

Who was in the car? Only me and a chopper

I can make they heart stop if I decide to pop up

I can make a million every month and don't drop nothin'

I found out a way to make a thousand-dollar profit, uh

Pilot say it's smellin' like weed in the cockpit

I done made a quarter this week in Huaraches

Top model with me tryna feed me hibachi

I done got too much to lose, I'm cautious

I done ran it up, I got sixteen watches

Which one I'ma drive? I got sixteen options

Hoppin' out thirty clip, bangin' 4 Pockets

Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy

R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24