In Style - Money Man

My niggas savage and wild

They smokin' that Black & Mild

Police kill niggas everyday

Rob a bell I had to make a way

Hit the pressure then fade away

Hit the pressure then fade away

What’s the deal lil mama

I tried to bail lil mama

I tried to chill lil' mama

I keep it real lil' mama

I wore Buscemi’s to trial

They gon' lock me up in style

My niggas savage and wild

They smokin' that Black and Mild

I wore some Fendi to trial

They gon' lock me up In style

My niggas savage and wild

They smokin' that Black and Mild

I went to court In some Ferragamo

I went to court in some Ferragamo

Just bought a bag for my baby mama

I went to trial with Buscemi’s on

I shot a bird at your honor

Lil mama just keep it honest with me

Where does your loyalty lie

When the shit hit the fan

Lil mama is you gon' ride

I make her wave goodbye

BC a nigga try

Last night a robber tried

Last night that nigga died

I got way too much pride

I just can’t let a nigga slide

Drum jungle my niggas wild

They gon' lock a nigga up in style

I dropped a ticket for no reason

Especially when the time grow season

I take them plants and I Irrigate em'

They said I want an interrogation

I rock that Oyster Perpetual

I need some healin' that sexual

The chances I’m taking are federal

I grow this misery medical

Police kill niggas everyday

Rob a bell I had to make a way

Hit the pressure then fade away

Hit the pressure then fade away

What’s the deal lil mama

I tried to bail lil mama

I tried to chill lil' mama

I keep it real lil' mama

I wore Buscemi’s to trial

They gon' lock me up in style

My niggas savage and wild

They smokin' that Black and Mild

I wore some Fendi to trial

They gon' lock me up In style

My niggas savage and wild

They smokin' that Black and Mild