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24 (Explicit)

Money Man, Lil Baby
2020-08-142:52 minSynced lyrics

"24 (Explicit)" is a song by Money Man, Lil Baby, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:52 long and contains 83 lines and 741 words.

Lyrics

0:11(Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)
0:13Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
0:16R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
0:18I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
0:20Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
0:22VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
0:24I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
0:26Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
0:28I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
0:30Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
0:32Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door
0:33I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
0:35Thirty laptops in my mother****in' condo
0:37White collar diamonds, nigga ballin' like Lonzo
0:39These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
0:41Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo
0:43I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke
0:45Banana Cream Cake in my mother****in' hemp wrap
0:47If I don't like the smell, then the pack get sent back
0:49If I don't like his energy, I push a nigga shit back
0:51Making hash oil, listening to Bank, Big Facts
0:53Making hash oil, listening to Scream, Big Facts
0:54All that slick talkin' finna get a nigga kidnapped
0:56Gelonade got a nigga finna go and lift off
0:58I'ma empty out the magazine when I'm pissed off
1:00I'm on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked
1:02My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
1:03I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique
1:05I'ma hit from the rear, I wan' grab her obliques
1:07I ain't got time in the day for my females be mad at me
1:10Internet racks, I'ma run it up rapidly
1:11She know I'm vicious, I'm ****in' her savagely
1:13She know I get racks, she know my mentality
1:15Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga
1:17Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan' on a nigga
1:19Yeah, pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga
1:21Anybody try, yeah, I'ma blam on niggas
1:22I'm the head bad guy, fifty different gridlines
1:25Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline
1:27I was over drippin', I should start my own clothing line
1:30Got two jits, dawg, I'll die for both of mine
1:31I ain't never satisfied 'til my money increase
1:33****ed up the profile, too many inquiries
1:35They be low-key hatin', I can hear 'em whispering
1:36All these baguette chains, you can see 'em glimmering
1:38Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock
1:40I ain't playin' no games, I ain't sparin' no opps
1:42It's a full moon now, so I'm burnin' Moon Rock
1:44Livin' off schemes, why is he on tip-top?
1:46Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
1:47R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
1:48I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
1:51Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
1:53VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
1:55I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
1:57Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
1:59I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
2:00A1 Zone 4, I'm feelin' like Rocko
2:03Big, big spender, take a jet to Morocco
2:05I got pretty women showin' titties like I'm Flacko
2:07I came in a hard top, I'm still in the drop, though
2:09I can make the charts drop whenever I wan' drop somethin'
2:11I can give my big bro a dime, he'll pop somethin'
2:12These niggas not real slime, they imposter
2:14I know that my opps somewhere now playin' possum
2:16I come from a different type of cloth, we don't gossip
2:18Pussy nigga actin' like it's up, we'll chop him
2:20She diggin' the rocks in my ear, I'm a rockstar
2:22Come from out the trenches, gettin' paid like a popstar
2:24I be sellin' weed by the P like a rasta
2:26Who was in the car? Only me and a chopper
2:28I can make they heart stop if I decide to pop up
2:30I can make a million every month and don't drop nothin'
2:32I found out a way to make a thousand-dollar profit, uh
2:33Pilot say it's smellin' like weed in the cockpit
2:35I done made a quarter this week in Huaraches
2:37Top model with me tryna feed me hibachi
2:39I done got too much to lose, I'm cautious
2:41I done ran it up, I got sixteen watches
2:43Which one I'ma drive? I got sixteen options
2:45Hoppin' out thirty clip, bangin' 4 Pockets
2:50Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
2:52R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
(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

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