Alien - Money Man

Yung Lan on the track

James about that check, boy

My bitch got short hair like Sigourney Weaver

She say she talk to aliens

But she don’t think no one believe her

She said, «I hope that you don’t think I’m crazy»

She don’t want me to leave her

My house is full of narcotics

This lifestyle that I live, illegal

I be on medication, need to have a visitation

Niggas act Chinese, these niggas imitating

I’ma keep the fire on me like I’m incinerating

I be having nightmares of the feds invading

I be having bags in space, people invading

I be on a King bed with queen butt naked

These niggas telling lies, these niggas pump faking

I can see his body shakin', I can feel the vibrations

He’s about eight and just came and got a trey-eighty

Woo, last night a nigga got abducted by a bad bitch

And I got Dior on my fabric

I just seen a UFO, I turned on the hazards

Damn, her ass fat, know a nigga gotta grab it

Lil' bae top ten, she way past average

I just wanna make my M’s and live lavish

Pull up in a space coupe to pick up the backend

Too much heartache, went through the Stargate

Never met Batman but a nigga two-faced

Try to ride the waves, but you lil' niggas too late

Talking to a witch doctor, I’ma do some Ayahuasca

When a nigga in the booth, make sure I’m unbothered

Niggas always hating on me, but a nigga unbothered

Dead fresh drip like a nigga turned grave robber

Everything up to date, I don’t do late models

Woo, I just want you and nobody else

Addicted to the trap, I might need some help

Paid five-fifty just to fasten this belt

Woo, gotta feel on you, can’t help myself

These niggas selfish just helping they self

Young black nigga, I was acquiring wealth

I be having visions, I be feelin' real strange

I be having feelings, I be switching up strains

I just hit a bitch two hours, I’m drained

I just seen a unidentified plane

I like my chick with no make up, Plain Jane

Her pussy like the pointers in these Cartier frames

Got a trap spot in the CPN name

I just sold three bags, like to serve, Dwayne Wade

My bitch got short hair like Sigourney Weaver

She say she talk to aliens

But she don’t think no one believe her

She said, «I hope that you don’t think I’m crazy»

She don’t want me to leave her

My house is full of narcotics

This lifestyle that I live, illegal

I be on medication, need to have a visitation

Niggas act Chinese, these niggas imitating

I’ma keep the fire on me like I’m incinerating

I be having nightmares of the feds invading

I be having bags in space, people invading

I be on a King bed with queen butt naked

These niggas telling lies, these niggas pump faking

I can see his body shakin', I can feel the vibrations

He’s about eight and just came and got a trey-eighty