Money Man – Double Back (Audio, Lyrics)

American rapper, Money Man quickly returns with the piece of new music titled “Double Back”.

Money Man Double Back

From his unprecedented Bitcoin deal to his consistent stream of music, Money Man is actively making plays each day. The rapper has tons of music that he’s released over the years, though you can’t always find it on DSPs. His YouTube page is a goldmine for demos, freestyles, and loose records that don’t land on albums.

On Wednesday, the rapper unloaded a new song for his fans titled, “Double Back,” which is exclusively available on his YouTube channel. It’s a different direction for Money Man, diving into a bubblier, poppy sound without losing the grit and the undertones of the hustle that makes his music stand out in the first place.

Money Man – Double Back

Lyrics

[Hook]
I know you been workin’
She got Chanel and them Berkins
She got Dior
Cashin’ out, I copped another coupe
I pay them extra to chop the root
Took her to go get some Hermes
Post up, we eatin’ room sevice
Lil mama know she deserve it
Mercedes truck, I’m talking AMG
Make ’em film with it like it’s AMC
I’m pushin’ the whip this shit european
I might wake up and fly to the Carribean
We fuck on the beach, she got sand in her hair
Unison Louie, got his and her pair
Gallery jeans on the bottom got the flair
Just paid for this hoodie, it came from D Squared

[Verse 1]
Blick on my hip, so I’m stayin’ prepared
Mittens and beanie, they came from Moncler
Everything I cop it get like one wear
Don’t agitate us, you don’t wanna go there
That pussy so good that these hoes don’t compare
That pussy so good that I had to double back
I don’t want that shirt if it’s on the clearance rack
We both got on Gucci like we the perfect match
If that wasn’t it, told ’em send another back
She fuck with the kid, she say she love a nigga touch
Not cappin’ when I say I get that nigga touched
Amiri jeans with the stars on ’em
Big Money be droppin’ bars on ’em
Buyin’ real estate I’m Grant Cardone
The trenches greet me with their arms open
Hoppin’ out I got my charm glowin’
Hoppin’ out I got this fire showin’, for real
Everybody ain’t goin’
I’d rather die than let you take from me
They like hurry and drop a tape Money
Scared money don’t make money
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They know we stand atop of shit

[Hook]
I know you been workin’
She got Chanel and them Berkins
She got Dior
Cashin’ out, I copped another coupe
I pay them extra to chop the root
Took her to go get some Hermes
Post up, we eatin’ room sevice
Lil mama know she deserve it
Mercedes truck, I’m talking AMG
Make ’em film with it like it’s AMC
I’m pushin’ the whip this shit european
I might wake up and fly to the Carribean
We fuck on the beach, she got sand in her hair
Unison Louie, got his and her pair
Gallery jeans on the bottom got the flair
Just paid for this hoodie, it came from D Squared