Money Man – 24 (ft. Lil Baby) (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2020-08-18

Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, New Music

Money Man unveils new song titled “24” featuring Lil Baby Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by Nflated.

Money Man 24

Money Man 24

It’s a glorious occasion when two certified hustlers team up on wax. Money Man and Lil Baby have steadily kept their foot on the pedal over the past few years, though even as Atlanta natives, we’ve yet to hear them collab on a track. Money Man came through with his latest single, “24” this week featuring Lil Baby. The two connect over muddy bass and twangy guitar loop that are very reminiscent of a few of Baby’s collabs with Gunna, namely “Oh Okay” and “Sold Out Dates.” The pair pay homage to Kobe Bryant throughout the song with multiple references to the late Lakers star. “R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24/ I can make a cool $50K in less than 24 hours,” Money Man raps.

Money Man’s deep, rich vocals glide on the production with gems from the mind of a hustler before Lil Baby comes through to keep his hot streak going in 2020 with yet another show-stealing verse.

Money Man – 24 (ft. Lil Baby) (prod. Nflated)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)

[Chorus: Money Man]
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 motherfuckin’ 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

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Banana Cream Cake in my motherfuckin’ 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 fuckin’ 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
Fucked 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?

[Chorus: Money Man]
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

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
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

[Outro: Money Man]
Burnin’ on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24

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