Money Man - Quick To Judge Lyrics
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Quick To Judge
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What Are The Lyrics For Quick To Judge By Money Man?
Niggas quick to judge and they don't know what I done been through
Have my nigga come through and erase you like a pencil My bitch super bad, she got a Birkin and Shih Tzu Balenci's now, but use to do Giuseppe with the Christian Walking out of Tiffany's with Tiffany and Crystal My chick, she got that drip, she look like she just left the runway Pull up in that Bentley truck and scoop her like a sundae On Gelato 41, you know it's in a hemp wrap Come and take yo' little sack, you know that we won't give it back Versace, Dior, Dolce, boy, you know my outfit mismatch First time I hit Cali' I had found a plug on WeedMaps I just want relations bae, I ain't tryna offend you I ain't tryna be your partner, I ain't tryna friend you Call up all my opps and told 'em, "It ain't shit to end you" Heard yo past was broken, yeah, I heard you kinda fragile She ask me did I swipe, I said a nigga might dabble ATM's in different states, a nigga might travel High rise in the city, so you know I'm living rent free I can't be a ho, I'll never let a nigga pimp me I ain't wanna hurt her, so I turned her down gently She say that she's a savage, so I went and bought her Fendi She not with the police, but she wanna come and frisk me When you tryna run it up, you gotta be consistent It's an epidemic, I'm a nation wide enigma Gotta get them racks at all costs, I got follow through I want commas, if you ain't about it I won't talk to you Make them digits go up niggas thought it wasn't possible Pull up in that 'Vette with the horses and now I'm dusting you All they do is fibulate, so how can I put trust in you? I don't think you understand bae, how much I lust for you I been the gym lifting weights, I might come muscle you Niggas quick to judge and they don't know what I done been through Have my nigga come through and erase you like a pencil My bitch super bad, she got a Birkin and Shih Tzu Balenci's now, but use to do Giuseppe with the Christian Walking out of Tiffany's with Tiffany and Crystal My chick, she got that drip, she look like she just left the runway Pull up in that Bentley truck and scoop her like a sundae On Gelato 41, you know it's in a hemp wrap Come and take yo' little sack, you know that we won't give it back Versace, Dior, Dolce, boy, you know my outfit mismatch First time I hit Cali' I had found a plug on WeedMaps I just want relations bae, I ain't tryna offend you I ain't tryna be your partner, I ain't tryna friend you Call up all my opps and told 'em, "It ain't shit to end you" Heard yo past was broken, yeah, I heard you kinda fragile |
Who Wrote Quick To Judge By Money Man?
Tysen Jay Bolding
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