Money

Money... money money... stupid money
Rollin grams in a hundred... too much money
Bunkin, my Cali plug... keep me blunted
Stuntin, got badd bitches... I keep em cummin

I got money... money money... dumb money
Feds on my ass, fuck it I got bond money
Funny... these niggas hatin... these bitches frontin
My diamonds sunny... and I got a pocket... thats full of money

Money Money Money Money Money Still Comin
Stuff a 7 in my backy... that's too much money
Bitches digg me, plus I'm bunkin and I'm always stuntin
Silly bitches want my money these bitches be funny
In da trap gettin dirty cash wash it like da laundry
Dope Sold, Money Fold, hoe you pay for what you wanted
Gotta keep the Draco niggaz change for a hundred
And I keep a shooter with me, I dare ya to take it from me
Fill the bag til it burst boy why yo shit B lookin scrawny
Better get some bankrolls can't be out here on the bummy
Me and Kapo hit the road ran up them bands with Scrunchyy
Countin up kickin playa shit bitch like I punt it
Po'd up too much muddy now a nigga feeling grumpy
Plug got da bricks all dressed up like a mummy
40 by tummy, straight drop like it's clumsy
Got the junkies goin dummy and bringing nothin' but money

Money... money money... stupid money
Rollin grams in a hundred... too much money
Bunkin, my Cali plug... keep me blunted
Stuntin, got badd bitches... I keep em cummin

I got money... money money... dumb money
Feds on my ass, fuck it I got bond money
Funny... these niggas hatin... these bitches frontin
My diamonds sunny... and I got a pocket... thats full of money

Parked the Panamera, pulled out the Camaro
Still got that stupid Jag I nicknamed Lil Daryl
SAC Passe' apparel I done tatted all my skin
I broke Nuggets down to Knicks for that check, like Melo did
And if you tryna hit the road I need five times ten
Know that trap never closed Drug Gang get em in
Nigga hurry up and buy tell me what you tryna spend
When the numbers this low nigga how could you not win
I might pull up in a Jag I might leave off in a Benz
And if a nigga want smoke we got twin F&N's
Know that if that bitch badd ima need her and her friend
SAC with me, got that SAC on me, thats plenty divends
I just might fall off in Jeffrey's don't know what I'm finna spend
Or I might just fuck Magic hit the lunch special with friends
See that's money in the air, I'm blowin Cookie in the wind
Spilled 6 on my Louboutin's and ppo'd a 10 of thin

Money. money money... stupid money
Rollin grams in a hundred... too much money
Bunkin, my Cali plug... keep me blunted
Stuntin, got badd bitches... I keep em cummin

I got money... money money... dumb money
Feds on my ass, fuck it I got bond money
Funny... these niggas hatin... these bitches frontin
My diamonds sunny... and I got a pocket... thats full of money



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Writer(s): Mellow $avage
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