Money Man – LLC (remix) (ft. MoneyBagg Yo) (Audio, Lyrics)

Money Man remixes the “LLC” with MoneyBagg Yo. The song was produced by Trauma Tone & Nils. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Money Man Llc (remix)

Money Man made history this week by becoming the first artist to receive his label advance in Bitcoin, accepting the equivalent of $1,000,000 USD in BTC. Over the years, the rapper has stayed true to his name by learning about making smart investments, and the businessman’s latest studio album reflects his journey to this point.

Releasing Blockchain on Thursday night, Money Man returned with a thirteen-song full-length project featuring MoneyBagg Yo, Jackboy, and Yung Bleu. The album includes an updated version of the previously released “LLC” with a new verse from Bagg, who closes out the record by floating over the song’s instrumental. After listening to this one, you may find yourself among hundreds of fans asking Money Man and MoneyBagg to release a collaborative project. Clearly, they’ve got strong chemistry and they sound too good together.

Money Man – LLC (remix) (ft. MoneyBagg Yo) (prod. Trauma Tone & Nils)

Lyrics

[Intro: Money Man]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s go, let’s go, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone)
Yeah

[Chorus: Money Man]
I’m a walkin’ business, nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I’m CP3
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky like I’m 22Gz
Trippin’ off this psilocin, sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash her, I want nothin’ but neck
Told these folks that I ain’t flyin’ commercial, I do nothin’ but jets
If any opp survive when we slide, then he considered blessed

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Feelin’ like I’m Trae Young with this Glock because I score a lot
Feelin’ like I’m Yoda with this wisdom ’cause I know a lot
Countin’ up the extra in the trap, I might go buy some stocks
The AR-556, it go through walls just like it’s juggernaut
Thinking ’bout my safety, so I bulletproofed the SUV
The AP on my wrist inside the club shine like some LEDs
I know some niggas who learned how to shoot before they learned to read
All this money got me buyin’ land, it got me signin’ deeds
Juicin’ for two weeks, I need to cleanse, feel like my soul corrupted
All these players in this circle, you gon’ get your bitch abducted
Right now, yeah, I’m in this fuckin’ ‘Cat, you hear that motor purrin’
This week I’ma twist up Waffle Cone, you smell exotic burnin’
My lady got a business, now she earnin’, she keep buyin’ purses
We on shrooms, this drug right here is natural, we not doin’ Perkys
All I do is hit like just I’m Savage, we not doing verbal
All my niggas loyalists, no squares, we just do the circles
Put him onto crypto, it was cheap, but he ain’t wanna listen
Put him onto money, he was broke, but he ain’t wanna fix it
Put him onto fraud, he was scary, he ain’t wanna risk it
It’s a competition where I’m from, who gon’ be the richest?

[Chorus: Money Man & Moneybagg Yo]
I’m a walkin’ business, nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I’m CP3
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky like I’m 22Gz
Trippin’ off this psilocin, sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net (Swish)
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash her, I want nothin’ but neck (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
Told these folks that I ain’t flyin’ commercial, I do nothin’ but jets (Uh)
If any opp survive when we slide, then he considered blessed (Go)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
I’m a walkin’ business, step up in this bitch with confidence (Bagg)
Yeah, I’m corporate thuggin’, teachin’ dope boys how to politic (Trap)
Only thing that feel better than cash is when deposits hit (Word)
Threw like thirty G’s in Magic, paid for a ho scholarship (Word)
Free them boys, woke up this mornin’ and bought me three new toys (Skrrt)
Bags on hand, only use cards when I’m buyin’ land (Acres)
I’m just sayin’ when you make some extra, put that to the side
Trophies, tickets super high, get half a bag for thirty-five (What’s that?)
Taxin’ (Askin’)
I’m the boss you niggas workin’ for (Boss)
Fraction (Lil’ piece)
You just yappin’, not slidin’, thought you was ’bout that action (Aw man)
Never loved her, I just like her for her satisfaction
Burnt off in the Hellcat, I turned off the traction

[Chorus: Money Man]
I’m a walkin’ business, nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I’m CP3
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky like I’m 22Gz
Trippin’ off this psilocin, sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash her, I want nothin’ but neck
Told these folks that I ain’t flyin’ commercial, I do nothin’ but jets
If any opp survive when we slide, then he considered blessed