Calculated

Song

Calculated

Money Man · Catch Me If You Can · 2023 · 2:04

Lyrics

Are you serious right now? I cannot lie, man, my life is disturbing Why they take Sosa? I swear I was hurtin' Why they take Lil Matt? I swear I was hurtin' Some people use you, they only a burden We smackin' shit, I'ma go and confirm it My youngin fourteen, he gon' slide with a permit My girl natural, bitch, you better not perm it Bought her a Patek, she really deserve it Investments, you gotta shape your environment Protect it, we solvin' problems with violence Put you in Saint Laurent, now you are separated I'm a genius, you know I think calculated I got demons, in late night, I gotta face 'em Only profit 'cause all them funds, I go make 'em I'm in France, I go ball like I'm Wembanyama Got a mixed bitch, she look like a black Kitana I be thumbin' and thumbin' and countin' commas Go and ask about our score, my baby mama I get booked, actually, no, I'm not sparin' rappers I get gun happy, damn, I keep buyin' choppers I need new Addys 'cause I keep sendin' plastics Got a new baddie, I like to touch her assets I can't live shitty, had to go cop a mansion I be toe-taggin' hipsters, I'm swingin' branches Take her back house, you know I hit thirty branches In the high rise, I'm coolin' with thirty diamonds Know her type, she can't be wifey One night, girl, you just get pipe They show off like for my life Can't believe I almost died Heard a bad news, my daughter was cryin' Touch my fam, somebody dyin' Hateful, niggas got hate in they heart Painful, nigga went in FN and sparked Gainin', listeners climbin' them charts Slangin' that lick if I can't get charged Never turn my back on none of my dogs Forever I'ma be down for my squad I cannot lie, man, my life is disturbing Why they take Sosa? I swear I was hurtin' Why they take Lil Matt? I swear I was hurtin' Some people use you, they only a burden We smackin' shit, I'ma go and confirm it My youngin fourteen, he gon' slide with a permit My girl natural, bitch, you better not perm it Bought her a Patek, she really deserve it Investments, you gotta shape your environment Protect it, we solvin' problems with violence Put you in Saint Laurent, now you are separated I'm a genius, you know I think calculated I got demons, in late night, I gotta face 'em Only profit 'cause all them funds, I go make 'em I'm in France, I go ball like I'm Wembanyama Got a mixed bitch, she look like a black Kitana I be thumbin' and thumbin' and countin' commas Go and ask about our score, my baby mama Go and ask about our score, my baby mama

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