OBN Jay – Galore Lyrics ft. Money Man

OBN Jay – Galore Lyrics ft. Money Man
OBN Jay – Galore Lyrics ft. Money Man

 

Galore Lyrics By OBN Jay ft. Money Man

(You want a drink, Alec, while you wait?)
(Hey, start it back, Tim)

Stackin’ up guap like it’s art
Go hard, do it again tomorrow
Ruger Five-seveN when it’s war
Hoppin’ out, presentation galore
I just like to treat my b*tch, no time for extra sh*t
I been on a money trip
Bringin’ that lettuce in

Took her shoppin’, we just went to Saks
Told her hit the flavor and relax
I just wanna feel you throw it back
Shoppin’ with the blick, it’s compact
I told JRoc to load them cutters up and go’n and spin
He asked me, “Money, when?” Shout out OBN

You know me, I be the youngin on the money trip
Grown man sh*t, I gotta keep up with myself
I remember bein’ mad sittin’ up in a cell
But I shoot back, sittin’ next to lifers who ain’t makin’ bail
Moved from out my city, barely down there, I be outta town
AR clip extended for protection when I’m movin’ ’round
Trippin’ on you b*tches, yeah, it’s up, lately, been droolin’ down
n***** steady hollerin’ they up next, but sh*t, Lit Rocket now

I was broke inside my mama basement with no help
I’m just tryna see some better days, I want some wealth
Thuggin’ with the gang, but really I’m good all by myself
I can’t switch up on my bros, it’s BC to the death

Stackin’ up guap like it’s art
Go hard, do it again tomorrow
Ruger Five-seveN when it’s war
Hoppin’ out, presentation galore
I just like to treat my b*tch, no time for extra sh*t
I been on a money trip
Bringin’ that lettuce in

In a foreign, I switched the VIN
Addicted to this money, that sh*t like my medicine
Havin’ accounts and BINs
Got millions, that’s for my friends
Got sauce, it come with all the numbers and include the PIN

Sorry if I ever finessed you, I just wanted to win
Sorry if I ever stressed you, I ain’t really mean it
A whole mil’ in all blues, she couldn’t even believe it
Goin’ hard, coppin’ sportscars
Takin’ trips, we on shroom bars
Antisocial, I don’t talk to laws
Fat paper lookin’ like Allah

Filipino droppin’ off the load
Smash and then I send the b*tch home
A hundred large from a fictitious loan
New strain in the air, partner grown
Sometimes I wanna be left alone
I just came and kept sh*t player
I count this check, a n**** gone