I Want the Money
Dreamin bout stackin up bands, money been growin I'm doing this rap shit
So watch how you stand, you standin wrong around me then you're feeling my wrath bitch
Said I want the money, said I want the money
Said I want the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
So give me the money, so give me the money
So give me the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
Dreamin bout stackin up bands, money been growin I'm doing this rap shit
So watch how you stand, you standin wrong around me then you're feeling my wrath bitch
Said I want the money, said I want the money
Said I want the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
So give me the money, so give me the money
So give me the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
So pick up a package and put in some damage that's just how I live
Drugs how I manage, I don't have no baggage if you do me wrong then it's hard to forgive
Like leave me alone bitch, said leave me alone
Said leave me alone bitch, said leave me alone
Leave me alone, Gucci cologne
masks out the smell of the smoke cuz it's dro
Drown it with liquor then chase it with blow
My life is a blur and it's fast but it's slow
Like woah, like woah
Triple the 3, sign on a deal, and go six feet below
Like woah, like woah
Triple the 3, sign on a deal, and go six feet below
Yeah
Dreamin bout stackin up bands, money been growin I'm doing this rap shit
So watch how you stand, you standin wrong around me then you're feeling my wrath bitch
Said I want the money, said I want the money
Said I want the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
So give me the money, so give me the money
So give me the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
I want the money, I want the cars
I want the clothes, I want the bitches, I want the hoes
I want the money, I'm going stupid
Yeah I'm really going dummy
Fuck you want from me
I want the money, I want the cars
I want the clothes, I want the bitches, I want the hoes
Yeah
What the fuck you want from me
Countin deads, nigga like a fuckin mummy
I want the money, I want the money
Yeah, yeah
So watch how you stand, you standin wrong around me then you're feeling my wrath bitch
Said I want the money, said I want the money
Said I want the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
So give me the money, so give me the money
So give me the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
Dreamin bout stackin up bands, money been growin I'm doing this rap shit
So watch how you stand, you standin wrong around me then you're feeling my wrath bitch
Said I want the money, said I want the money
Said I want the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
So give me the money, so give me the money
So give me the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
So pick up a package and put in some damage that's just how I live
Drugs how I manage, I don't have no baggage if you do me wrong then it's hard to forgive
Like leave me alone bitch, said leave me alone
Said leave me alone bitch, said leave me alone
Leave me alone, Gucci cologne
masks out the smell of the smoke cuz it's dro
Drown it with liquor then chase it with blow
My life is a blur and it's fast but it's slow
Like woah, like woah
Triple the 3, sign on a deal, and go six feet below
Like woah, like woah
Triple the 3, sign on a deal, and go six feet below
Yeah
Dreamin bout stackin up bands, money been growin I'm doing this rap shit
So watch how you stand, you standin wrong around me then you're feeling my wrath bitch
Said I want the money, said I want the money
Said I want the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
So give me the money, so give me the money
So give me the money, the cars, and the diamonds like 21 mil I'm a savage
I want the money, I want the cars
I want the clothes, I want the bitches, I want the hoes
I want the money, I'm going stupid
Yeah I'm really going dummy
Fuck you want from me
I want the money, I want the cars
I want the clothes, I want the bitches, I want the hoes
Yeah
What the fuck you want from me
Countin deads, nigga like a fuckin mummy
I want the money, I want the money
Yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Preston Bringhurst
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