Money Man – Rolling (Audio, Lyrics)

Money Man unveils the new “Rolling” song co-produced by Trauma Tone & Taylor Michael. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics for the track.

Money Man Rolling

Ever since last November, the anticipation for Money Man’s next body of work has been at an all time high. The rapper received a $1M Bitcoin advance from Empire Records, a viral move that inspired fellow artists like Meek Mill. On Friday, the rapper blessed fans with the release of his latest body of work, Big Money. The highly anticipated project includes collabs alongside artists like G Herbo, Benny The Butcher, Nardo Wick, and more.

It seems like Money Man might already be gearing up to drop off the deluxe edition. Earlier today, the rapper delivered a muddy new banger titled, “Rolling” on YouTube. It’s unclear when the record will hit streaming services but we suspect it could be sometime in the near future.

Money Man – Rolling (prod. Trauma Tone & Taylor Michael)

Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m gettin’ money, order from Walmart & Kroger & pull it
I’m in the room with an ebony, she finna bust it
All of my pieces be custard, look at me wrong and I’m clutchin’
I’m fly like a buzzard, I got an AK on me and it’s Soviet
My chick is bad and she dressed inappropriate
Go get the money, they told me I’m focused
I got some closets, I need me another one
I got them millions, you know that I’m touchin’ some
Always investin’ you know I’ma double up
Niggas is stagnant, they never be comin’ up
I want the Fendi, the Louie, and Dolce
They like to trip him, cause he on them doses
My vibe on the bed and she sexually posin’
Think about revenue, constantly rosin’

[Verse 1]
I’m at the Mandarin I got a better view
Have my associates pull up and handle you
You can get burned with the fire, we ‘gon candle you
Remington bullet, we ‘gon tear and dismantle you
Feelin like [?] cause I pass it, he shoot it
She let me smack cause she feelin’ my movement
Ran up eight figures, they think I won the Super Bowl
My plug is Japanese, he into Yu-Gi-Oh
I shot the one cause he wanna go toe-to-toe
He bought the bag, now he want him a hundred more
I got the Kiltec inside of the Bubble Coat
Bitch I’m a boss, I don’t trap at the corner store
Leanin’ like hell, but I’m finna post some more
Tired as hell, but I’ma finna go trap some more
With a lil thottie who loookin’ like Ruby Rose
She walk around in the room in a overcoat
Twins in my bed, they resemble [?]
You hit this blunt and it might leave you comatose
My nigga from Dubai, he look just like Young MA
Talk to me wrong, he ‘gon shoot you right in the face
Hop out the truck in Florida, and do the race
She wanna drain all my fluid, she wanna take
I got the [?] on lock, I’ma run it up
Niggas is sour, they know I’ma triple up
She on my bed, and she ready for me
Sellin’ exotic, Ain’t sellin’ OG
Tryin’ to watch out for these crooked police
Send that shit over and go and repeat
[?]
Now I be ‘flexin I used to be homeless
Cut that hoe out, now I’m changin’ my normal
I’ma flare up with Savage and Gutta
Sellin’ these shrooms while I’m watchin’ No Jumper
Trap out this pack, this shit bumper to bumper
Pick up a 50 in Cali and dump it, we deep in the club he tried it we jumped him
Layin’ on shots nigga we slumpin’ him
Had a backpack had to sit for a month with it
Geeked out on envy I’m rollin’ some runts with it

[Hook]
I’m gettin’ money, order from Walmart & Kroger & pull it
I’m in the room with an ebony, she finna bust it
All of my pieces be custard, look at me wrong and I’m clutchin’
I’m fly like a buzzard, I got an AK on me and it’s Soviet
My chick is bad and she dressed inappropriate
Go get the money, they told me I’m focused
I got some closets, I need me another one
I got them millions, you know I be touchin’ some
Always investing, you know I’ma double up
Niggas is stagnant, they never be comin’ up
I want the Fendi, the Louie, and Dolce
They like to trip him, cause he on them doses
My vibe on the bed and she sexually posin’
Think about revenue, constantly rosin’