Make Up Yo Mind - Money Man

Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower

You wastin' my time cause you been here an hour

Better get on your grind and go get you some power

Got bales in the kitchen no cap

the counter

And that motorbreath tart when your burnin' it sour

My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance

I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin' no houses

Drop that bag to my twins and they payin' me monthly

If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies

If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky

Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy

YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky

They do it for free, they gon' turn down the money

Finna hire some Migos to cut down the harvest

Ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage

We took your bands nigga you better charge it

Dumping these bags at luxury apartments

We 15 deep in this crib but it’s 300

One

walk inside niggas clutchin' they cutters

Run up in this bitch and get hit with this button

Got plants all around we gon' care 'em and cut 'em

He havin 'bud, but it smellin' like nothin'

Sell thirty a day, yeah we got this bitch jumpin'

Real estate I’m havin' houses to sprout in

from Tulsa I drove through I-10

He want them prices, tryin' to get logged in

Filter a fan, so we keepin' the smell in

Shoot that bitch just like I’m Bradley Bill

Made it of reefer ain’t have a deal

Use to serve diesel, I ain’t talkin' no neil

My lil' vibe crazy with sex appeal

Trap on canola I’m turnin' them over

This blick get bipolar this bitch get to spitting

Tryna be peaceful, but niggas provokin'

So If I reach for it, it’s gon be a killin'

Tryna show love but you can’t cause they might think you weak

So my prices is higher than heaven

Dropped off a ten to my partner, he said he was hurtin' I pulled up and gave

him a blessing

Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower

You wastin' my time cause you been here an hour

Better get on your grind and go get you some power

Got bales in the kitchen no cap

the counter

And that motorbreath tart when your burnin' it sour

My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance

I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin' no houses

Drop that bag to my twins and they payin' me monthly

If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies

If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky

Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy

YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky

They do it for free, they gon' turn down the money

Finna hire some Migos to cut down the harvest

Ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage