Money Pool
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you
There's nothing else I could
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you (Dolla, dolla bill y'all)
There's nothing else I could do
It's nothing really left to do
Just kick back swimming in a money pool
I got big bills paying off for school
3 years from now I'm making all the rules like
To be a
Big bread winner
All the homies say you a real ass nigga
Give kids the guidance stop all the violence
If we gon' make it we must stay united
What I gotta do
Who I gotta prove
Looking real fresh in my blue suede shoes
Dreams on a yacht drinking brews with the crew
She a bad ass (hey) in her Jimmy Choo shoes
Now when I get a rack imma give it right back
Feed the streets and the youth
Give them life to the trap
Bring it back to the blacks, bring it back with the plaque
Don't sleep on a nigga but I might take a nap, snooze
So much hustle inside my blood
Who can I share the love
Go fund me a plug
Go fund me a lung
Put my life on these drums till my cash pool floods tell my mum I'm
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you
There's nothing else I could
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you (The money pops, the money pops)
There's nothing else I could do
Step into my galaxy
Where hoes get freaky off a salary
I make her say uhh like I'm Master P
And spend hella cheese thru philanthropy its what I do
Its automatic, the biz and pleasure it brings the magic
Causing havoc I don't need the madness
Man to break these habits it took some practice, tell me what it do
Cop me a cutie
Do the right thing like a Spike Lee movie
Smoking on a doobie trapped in her boobies
Throwing hella ones on her bum and her coochie
Now you either live fast or you gonna die young
Be a leader like Nip if you die by the gun
Niggas lie on they tongue kill the vibe or the fun
The community is run by our daughters and the sons ooh
No commission can break my pride
Evil lurks in they eyes
Your agenda is high keep the eye on the prize
When you win they surprised cause the money is divine ooh
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you
There's nothing else I could
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you
There's nothing else I could do
Give it all to you
There's nothing else I could
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you (Dolla, dolla bill y'all)
There's nothing else I could do
It's nothing really left to do
Just kick back swimming in a money pool
I got big bills paying off for school
3 years from now I'm making all the rules like
To be a
Big bread winner
All the homies say you a real ass nigga
Give kids the guidance stop all the violence
If we gon' make it we must stay united
What I gotta do
Who I gotta prove
Looking real fresh in my blue suede shoes
Dreams on a yacht drinking brews with the crew
She a bad ass (hey) in her Jimmy Choo shoes
Now when I get a rack imma give it right back
Feed the streets and the youth
Give them life to the trap
Bring it back to the blacks, bring it back with the plaque
Don't sleep on a nigga but I might take a nap, snooze
So much hustle inside my blood
Who can I share the love
Go fund me a plug
Go fund me a lung
Put my life on these drums till my cash pool floods tell my mum I'm
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you
There's nothing else I could
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you (The money pops, the money pops)
There's nothing else I could do
Step into my galaxy
Where hoes get freaky off a salary
I make her say uhh like I'm Master P
And spend hella cheese thru philanthropy its what I do
Its automatic, the biz and pleasure it brings the magic
Causing havoc I don't need the madness
Man to break these habits it took some practice, tell me what it do
Cop me a cutie
Do the right thing like a Spike Lee movie
Smoking on a doobie trapped in her boobies
Throwing hella ones on her bum and her coochie
Now you either live fast or you gonna die young
Be a leader like Nip if you die by the gun
Niggas lie on they tongue kill the vibe or the fun
The community is run by our daughters and the sons ooh
No commission can break my pride
Evil lurks in they eyes
Your agenda is high keep the eye on the prize
When you win they surprised cause the money is divine ooh
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you
There's nothing else I could
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you
There's nothing else I could do
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Writer(s): Alexander Evans
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