Money
I just want some money fuck all that other shit
Oh you tripping, I'm a go and fuck my other bitch
Blue strips, gotta stack of em right by my hip
Full clip, just in case a nigga wanna trip
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
Just show me the money Cuba Gooding junior
I just want some money bitch, that is not a rumor
Real weed consumer, always smoking gas as usual
I always thought I was the shit, like I'm cow manure
That's how maneuver, I move how want
Tell a nigga stop me if they think I dont
They be choosing I don't if it's the music or my voice
Dixiana Slim and Cee, yeah this shit gone make some noise
Real Cayce hot boy, been getting it in the city
Get rich or die trying, been feeling like fifty
Want them Frank's not nitty, Jackson and them grants too
Miss me if it ain't about some money bitch I thought you knew
I just want some money fuck all that other shit
Oh you tripping, I'm a go and fuck my other bitch
Blue strips, gotta stack of em right by my hip
Full clip, just in case a nigga wanna trip
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
Pistol with a pole case you want to beef
Bankrolls big as Cee, stack them tall as me
Real west side, ain't no doubting us
Keep them c notes on my head like a Calvin Cut
Swisher after swisher, I be smoking like a muffler
Bad bitches choosing cause I'm moving like a hustler
Stacks what I'm counting thru, flowing like the fountain do
Weed in the blunt, same color as a Mountain Dew
I'm Dixiana Slim, balling like a sports star
Ford Expedition, still whip it like a sports car
Steady grinding got me shining like the North Star
Fucking bad bitches got me feeling like a pornstar, but still nigga
I just want some money fuck all that other shit
Oh you tripping, I'm a go and fuck my other bitch
Blue strips, gotta stack of em right by my hip
Full clip, just in case a nigga wanna trip
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
Oh you tripping, I'm a go and fuck my other bitch
Blue strips, gotta stack of em right by my hip
Full clip, just in case a nigga wanna trip
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
Just show me the money Cuba Gooding junior
I just want some money bitch, that is not a rumor
Real weed consumer, always smoking gas as usual
I always thought I was the shit, like I'm cow manure
That's how maneuver, I move how want
Tell a nigga stop me if they think I dont
They be choosing I don't if it's the music or my voice
Dixiana Slim and Cee, yeah this shit gone make some noise
Real Cayce hot boy, been getting it in the city
Get rich or die trying, been feeling like fifty
Want them Frank's not nitty, Jackson and them grants too
Miss me if it ain't about some money bitch I thought you knew
I just want some money fuck all that other shit
Oh you tripping, I'm a go and fuck my other bitch
Blue strips, gotta stack of em right by my hip
Full clip, just in case a nigga wanna trip
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
Pistol with a pole case you want to beef
Bankrolls big as Cee, stack them tall as me
Real west side, ain't no doubting us
Keep them c notes on my head like a Calvin Cut
Swisher after swisher, I be smoking like a muffler
Bad bitches choosing cause I'm moving like a hustler
Stacks what I'm counting thru, flowing like the fountain do
Weed in the blunt, same color as a Mountain Dew
I'm Dixiana Slim, balling like a sports star
Ford Expedition, still whip it like a sports car
Steady grinding got me shining like the North Star
Fucking bad bitches got me feeling like a pornstar, but still nigga
I just want some money fuck all that other shit
Oh you tripping, I'm a go and fuck my other bitch
Blue strips, gotta stack of em right by my hip
Full clip, just in case a nigga wanna trip
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
I just want some money, I just want some money
Tens, twenties, fifties, I prefer the hundreds
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Writer(s): Roger Waters
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