Money Man – Servin Myself LYRICS

I was on Wyld Drive servin’ myself
I was on camera, I was servin’ myself
I was In the trap, I was servin’ myself
Servin’ half blind, I done know how that felt
Servin’ no peripheral, you don’t know how that felt
Stuffin’ grams dog don’t know how that felt
Drop a pin dog, I’m grillin’ you

I done fuck around, got chills in the booth
She was 30 deep in the spot, I was solo
Hoppin’ out walkin’ in servin’ him timbos
Servin’ these niggas from the back in Wynnwood
Then a nigga cop a steel case outta Inglewood
Ran through serenade ain’t catchin’ no play

Columbia Drive, serve a nigga at Chester
Hit a lot of licks, we was livin’ real reckless

Me and [?] bro had a stray
Left 100k in the crib at night
Drop a whole pint in the red at night
12 got behind me we fled that night

Shawty ballin’ cause i coulda lost my life
Always seein’ death keeps me cryin’ at night

Had a a few plugs that weren’t worth my while
I don’t understand, had to feed my child
I don’t understand, had to feed my momma
100 racks with a dirty ass choppa
Me and [?]
We was at the house countin’ 80k large
Real [?] trap shit why would I lie
We done scam shit, why would I lie

I ain’t ever let a nigga take my fye
Smoke, hit a lick, then she dropped it on me
Shawty hit a lick, then dropped ’em on me
Had a hoe Eastside, shoppin’ with me
Price so cheap, they couldn’t argue with me
So many flavors, that white boy plug
This account foreign no 50’s and dubs
[?] by the grace of god

Real plug don’t [?] price
Real nigga came with the ice

Baby, my loyalty pricy
I was on the block I was fightin’
I was in the Bando writin’

I was on Wyld Drive servin’ myself
I was on camera, I was servin’ myself
I was In the trap, I was servin’ myself
Servin’ half blind, I done know how that felt
Servin’ no peripheral, you don’t know how that felt
Stuffin’ grams dog don’t know how that felt
Drop a pin dog, I’m grillin’ you
I done fuck around, got chills in the booth
She was 30 deep in the spot, I was solo
Hoppin’ out walkin’ in servin’ him timbos
Servin’ these niggas from the back in Wynnwood
Then a nigga cop a steel case outta Inglewood
Ran through serenade ain’t catchin’ no play
Columbia Drive, serve a nigga at Chester
Hit a lot of licks, we was livin’ real reckless