Touched by Trapdollazmanny Lyrics
They want big manny to walk through the party
You gotta pay a fee
I like my hundos coming in blue
I don’t ever do shit for cheap
Car so brand new I can start it from my phone
The fuck is a key?
Everybody want a piece of big manny they like
It was him for me!
I been getting my wallet up and my weight down
I can still get dirty if niggas ever wanna play around
Know a nigga named swizz who move keys round by the pound
When I walk inna room I don’t ever ever hear a sound
I get talked about
But I don’t never get touched
They be talking shit but in my face showing love
Im waiting for them to realize big manny don’t give a fuck
I got shooters that’s gon step for me we can really go up
I can stand in a room full of niggas and be the realist one
Pull bank statements out hmm now im the richest one
“you only rich by a couple dollars” bitch im rich by a ton
I got more than 1 bank account this one for fun
They trynna move how I move
They see that ima whole mood
They bite my style like its food
They know who I am who are u??
Gucci with the Prada shoes
Chrome hearts in the bag too
Designer labels on the crew
Neck covered in diamonds ouuu
My circle small keep a few
Old friends never new
Keep the convo short like a haiku
Drip or drown like a canoe
Money coming out the wazoo
I never lie only tell truth
Flip the bag and double it like poof
Touch my money ima shooot
I get talked about
But I don’t never get touched
They be talking shit but in my face showin love
Im waiting for them to realize big manny don’t give a fuck
I got shooters that’s gon step for me we can really go up
You gotta pay a fee
I like my hundos coming in blue
I don’t ever do shit for cheap
Car so brand new I can start it from my phone
The fuck is a key?
Everybody want a piece of big manny they like
It was him for me!
I been getting my wallet up and my weight down
I can still get dirty if niggas ever wanna play around
Know a nigga named swizz who move keys round by the pound
When I walk inna room I don’t ever ever hear a sound
I get talked about
But I don’t never get touched
They be talking shit but in my face showing love
Im waiting for them to realize big manny don’t give a fuck
I got shooters that’s gon step for me we can really go up
I can stand in a room full of niggas and be the realist one
Pull bank statements out hmm now im the richest one
“you only rich by a couple dollars” bitch im rich by a ton
I got more than 1 bank account this one for fun
They trynna move how I move
They see that ima whole mood
They bite my style like its food
They know who I am who are u??
Gucci with the Prada shoes
Chrome hearts in the bag too
Designer labels on the crew
Neck covered in diamonds ouuu
My circle small keep a few
Old friends never new
Keep the convo short like a haiku
Drip or drown like a canoe
Money coming out the wazoo
I never lie only tell truth
Flip the bag and double it like poof
Touch my money ima shooot
I get talked about
But I don’t never get touched
They be talking shit but in my face showin love
Im waiting for them to realize big manny don’t give a fuck
I got shooters that’s gon step for me we can really go up