“24” is a song by American rapper Money Man. It was released on February 21, 2020 as a single from his eighteenth mixtape, Epidemic. A remix version featuring Lil Baby was released on August 14, 2020. Both versions and the song’s title itself serve as tributes to basketball player Kobe Bryant, who died in a helicopter crash in January 2020.
Full 24 Money Man Lyrics By Lil Baby
Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up
Burnin’ on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than 24 hours
Ridin’ with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I’ma thumb through it, I don’t need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
Burnin’ on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
Drippin’ real hard when I’m hoppin’ out two-door
I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
30 laptops in my motherfuckin’ condo
White collar diamonds, nigga ballin’ like Lonzo
These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
Feelin’ like Jim Jones, nigga, I’m a capo
I’ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I’m feelin’ like Pop Smoke
Banana Cream Cake in my motherfuckin’ headwrap
If I don’t like the smell, then the pack get sent back
If I don’t like his energy, I push a nigga shit back
Megan had us all listenin’ to Bagg, big facts
Megan had us all listenin’ to stream, big facts
All that slick talkin’ finna get a nigga kidnapped
Gelonade got a nigga finna go and lift off
I’ma empty out the magazine when I’m pissed off
I’m on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked
My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique
I’ma hit from the rear, I wan’ grab her obliques
I ain’t got time in the day for my females be mad at me
Internet racks, I’ma run it up rapidly
She know I’m vicious, I’m fuckin’ her savagely
She know I get racks, she know my mentality
Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga
Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan’ on a nigga
Yeah, pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga
Anybody try, yeah, I’ma blam on niggas
I’m the head bad guy, 50 different gridlines
Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline
I was over drippin’, I should start my own clothing line
Got two jits, dawg, I’ll die for both of mine
I ain’t never satisfied ’til my money increase
Fucked up the profile, too many inquiries
They be low-key hatin’, I can hear ’em whispering
All these baguette chains, you can see ’em glimmering
Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock
I ain’t playin’ no games, I ain’t sparin’ no opps
It’s a full moon now, so I’m burnin’ Moon Rock
Livin’ off schemes, why is he on tip-top?
Burnin’ on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than 24 hours
Ridin’ with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I’ma thumb through it, I don’t need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
Burnin’ on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
Drippin’ real hard when I’m hoppin’ out two-door
I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
30 laptops in my motherfuckin’ condo
White collar diamonds, nigga ballin’ like Lonzo
These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
Feelin’ like Jim Jones, nigga, I’m a capo
I’ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I’m feelin’ like Pop Smoke
