Stompers Lyrics – Money Man
Bought a Rollie for my daughter
And a matching one for her momma
Me and ‘Roc got matchin’ choppers
Me and lil bro we some stompers
You can never be too safe
That why I’m strapped up like a condom
When it come to moving weight
You know I got a lot of volume
Damn I love to touch her flesh
I be grabbin’ on her bosom
[?]
Don’t make me use this fully
I might go and breed some huskies
I might go and breed some bullies
I’m the man they tryna see
I get 70 every bookin’
Yeah
I’m in the [?]
Love how she take it off love how she ***’ me
Take the hood rats and I start me a company
*** the police I’m not going into custody
[?]
Just copped the beamer, the coupe not the photo
[?]
Pretty *** with me she rollin’ on gumbo
Car got the trunk in the front like Dumbo
[?] When I go through a tunnel
Shawty [?] I bought her a frontel
I’m havin’ cake like a motherfuckin’ funnel
I’m havin’ blue on me straight like a bundle
Eat you alive boy I hang with Piranhas
My wife is resemblin’ a young Madonna
My young *** birthday I bought him a Draco
Walk in my spot I got pounds on the table
Cross a *** over just like a [?]
See him layin’ he took his last breath
*** the losses I just want the assets
*** the fame *** where the cash at
Bought a Rollie for my daughter
And a matching one for her momma
Me and ‘Roc got matchin’ choppers
Me and lil bro we some stompers
You can never be too safe
That why I’m strapped up like a condom
When it come to moving weight
You know I got a lot of volume
Damn I love to touch her flesh
I be grabbin’ on her bosom
[?]
Don’t make me use this fully
I might go and breed some huskies
I might go and breed some bullies
I’m the man they tryna see
I get 70 every bookin’
Lost a few bands I had to get it back
I be out in Cali planting me some extra
They gone take your *** and you can’t get it back
Put the infrared on the fitted cap
Go against the game and you gone see your death
I was down bad I just needed help
But now I’m in the kitchen cookin’ like a chef
30 in the glizzy feelin’ like I’m Steph
I’ma hit it till there ain’t nothing left
I gotta make it back home to my folk
Momma lost her hope she seen me
Hangin’ with the killer smoking ***
How I play bout beefin’ with the coach
Skippin’ class ***’ with the hoes
I wish back then man I would have known
You gon’ get the paper plus and the low
Young ang trig tried to put niggas on
Told them niggas you can make it if you tried
If the *** play with you he gotta die
Stay ten toes stay on your pride
Model number 9 bustin’ every time
*** cappin’ they be lyin’ everytime
I’ma let him live unless he cross the line
I don’t know where we going I’m riding
Bought a Rollie for my daughter
And a matching one for her momma
Me and ‘Roc got matchin’ choppers
Me and lil bro we some stompers
You can never be too safe
That why I’m strapped up like a condom
When it come to moving weight
You know I got a lot of volume
Damn I love to touch her flesh
I be grabbin’ on her bosom
[?]
Don’t make me use this fully
I might go and breed some huskies
I might go and breed some bullies
I’m the man they tryna see
I get 70 every bookin’