Money Man & Trauma Tone “Bad Intentions” (TraumaMan)

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Lyrics

Yea yea
Yea yea
Drippin on ni**** like rain drops
Just hit a bi*** she from Bangkok
I got the game in head lock
They hear my sh** and they head nod
I took a L I’m like why God
They see them racks they like my God
I got a foreign in my garage
These ni**** coming with bad intentions
These bi***** coming with bad intentions
Fresh like the dead just risen
She shake her ass to the rhythm
Stacking for all my children
I feel your vibe inside
Ima load up the sticks and ride
Ima commit a homicide
The streets got me traumatized
I’m tired of all the lies I’m beating all the odds
I’m spotting all the frauds
Sold a bag at the travel lodge
I’m tryna live lavishly
Plugs send packs to me
I get em off rapidly
She pretty with confidence
She got plenty of common Spence
She gon ride like a steed baby
All this jewelry gon freeze baby

Do you trust me
This weed musty
Got gas like pump 3
We swiping living free
Got outdoor 7 a piece
They can’t shit on me
been winning recently
Finna go flood the piece
Finna go rip a beat

Drop 10 bags on my young ni***
He try me he a dumb ni***
Pull up in the hood doing doughnuts
Told my ni*** all roll up
Getting to the racks feel so good
Damn her pu*** feel so good
Eating everyday like soul food
Organic weed like Whole Foods
These ni*** act for the cameras
Me and her f*** like a animal
These ni*** mad cause I’m talented
Burning this money like a candle lighting
Me fall off that’s a strange sighting
My chain like a star that shine the brightest
All these strains I’m clearly higher
All these stones they mesmerizing
She no that I’m a boss and she recognize it
All these green trips I got extra mileage
All the brain she give she got extra mileage
We on rodeo we swipe for Chanel
We in the bay and we weigh up them bales
Peruvian weave and she color her nails
D&G t shirt I caught it on sale
Mailed out a bag so I’m checking the mail
I no the federal shot on my trail
Her pu*** so good that I’m under a spell
Risking my freedom I’m feeling compelled
I’m bonding right out when they take me to jail
All of these flavors I’m making these sales
Hacking in shit and I did it with Dells
Ni**** be scary the run and they tell
Ni*** be bi*** they tucking they tail
I’ll leave a hole in yo head like a whale
I got that green tea that cabbage that kale

Drippin on ni**** like rain drops
Just hit a bi*** she from Bangkok
I got the game in head lock
They hear my sh** and they head nod
I took a L I’m like why God
They see them racks they like my God
I got a foreign in my garage
These ni**** coming with bad intentions
These bi***** coming with bad intentions
Fresh like the dead just risen
She shake her ass to the rhythm
Stacking for all my children
I feel your vibe inside
Ima load up the sticks and ride
Ima commit a homicide
The streets got me traumatized
I’m tired of all the lies I’m beating all the odds
I’m spotting all the frauds
Sold a bag at the travel lodge
I’m tryna live lavishly
Plugs send packs to me
I get em off rapidly
She pretty with confidence
She got plenty of common Spence
She gon ride like a steed baby
All this jewelry gon freeze baby