Money Disease
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
People stick to me like flex tape
People they're hungry like damn steak
They wanna see all their bills big
I know you like it, I feel it
If we want money, that's what we gon' get
It's like a disease, gets stuck in your head
Soon I'll be wearing a whip on my neck
Got mula like Mona, I count bigger cheques
More money, more hoes, they're all on your neck
I'm young and I go about and I wreck
Your hoe wanna go, she wanting Patek
Your boy like my show, he's playing my set
People stick to you like flex tape
People they're hungry like damn steak
They wanna see all their bills big
I know you like it, I feel it
And I don't need money to buy personality
Stay with the clique and I ride with my family
That's how I go, now you know my mentality
Don't mess around 'cause I'll start the brutality, oh, oh
She just wanna ride with the top down
He just wanna flex with his all-new buss down
So tell me boy, what's all the hype?
We just be livin' for money, that's right
Walking through shimmering sand
With hundreds and twenties and tens, yeah
We just be livin' for bands
Want Benjamin Franklins all in our hands
And we just be riding them waves
For all of the likes and the plays
Think we forgot to behave
I see right through phony faces
Want all the glim and the glam
Hundreds and twenties and tens, yeah
We just want money at hand
Glittering diamonds, go to The Hills
Beverly, Hollywood
Maybe we're misunderstood
Hidden Hills, is it good
Maybe it's just falsehood
But who am I, I cannot judge
I wouldn't mind to live in the Bay
Maybe I speak double Dutch
071 and I might just stay
Beverly, Hollywood
Aah, oh yeah
Got a price on my soul but it's hard to sell
Aah, oh yeah
Is it what you want
This is it
If we want money, that's what we gon' get
It's like a disease, gets stuck in your head
Soon I'll be wearing a whip on my neck
Got mula like Mona, I count bigger cheques
More money, more hoes, they're all on your neck
I'm young and I go about and I wreck
Your hoe wanna go, she wanting Patek
Your boy like my show, he's playing my set
People stick to you like flex tape
People they're hungry like damn steak
They wanna see all their bills big
I know you like it, I feel it
And I don't need money to buy personality
Stay with the clique and I ride with my family
That's how I go, now you know my mentality
Don't mess around 'cause I'll start the brutality, oh, oh
He wanna pull up in a Wraith
While his bitches give him face
Boy you got me losing faith
Imma never win this race
Oh my god, we're so tragic
I don't know, we're not magic
And I don't know what happened
But I got so many facets
Ooh, but would you take the fall for me
Without money, we ain't nothing, we ain't free
Ooh, and would you drop it all for me
Think it's funny, how we rushin', can you see
Ah, ooh
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Nah
Beverly, Hollywood, this it!
If we want money, that's what we gon' get
It's like a disease, gets stuck in your head
Soon I'll be wearing a whip on my neck
Got mula like Mona, I count bigger cheques
More money, more hoes, they're all on your neck
I'm young and I go about and I wreck
Your hoe wanna go, she wanting Patek
Your boy like my show, he's playing my set
People stick to you like flex tape
People they're hungry like damn steak
They wanna see all their bills big
I know you like it, I feel it
And I don't need money to buy personality
Stay with the clique and I ride with my family
That's how I go, now you know my mentality
Don't mess around 'cause I'll start the brutality
Oh, ah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
People stick to me like flex tape
People they're hungry like damn steak
They wanna see all their bills big
I know you like it, I feel it
If we want money, that's what we gon' get
It's like a disease, gets stuck in your head
Soon I'll be wearing a whip on my neck
Got mula like Mona, I count bigger cheques
More money, more hoes, they're all on your neck
I'm young and I go about and I wreck
Your hoe wanna go, she wanting Patek
Your boy like my show, he's playing my set
People stick to you like flex tape
People they're hungry like damn steak
They wanna see all their bills big
I know you like it, I feel it
And I don't need money to buy personality
Stay with the clique and I ride with my family
That's how I go, now you know my mentality
Don't mess around 'cause I'll start the brutality, oh, oh
She just wanna ride with the top down
He just wanna flex with his all-new buss down
So tell me boy, what's all the hype?
We just be livin' for money, that's right
Walking through shimmering sand
With hundreds and twenties and tens, yeah
We just be livin' for bands
Want Benjamin Franklins all in our hands
And we just be riding them waves
For all of the likes and the plays
Think we forgot to behave
I see right through phony faces
Want all the glim and the glam
Hundreds and twenties and tens, yeah
We just want money at hand
Glittering diamonds, go to The Hills
Beverly, Hollywood
Maybe we're misunderstood
Hidden Hills, is it good
Maybe it's just falsehood
But who am I, I cannot judge
I wouldn't mind to live in the Bay
Maybe I speak double Dutch
071 and I might just stay
Beverly, Hollywood
Aah, oh yeah
Got a price on my soul but it's hard to sell
Aah, oh yeah
Is it what you want
This is it
If we want money, that's what we gon' get
It's like a disease, gets stuck in your head
Soon I'll be wearing a whip on my neck
Got mula like Mona, I count bigger cheques
More money, more hoes, they're all on your neck
I'm young and I go about and I wreck
Your hoe wanna go, she wanting Patek
Your boy like my show, he's playing my set
People stick to you like flex tape
People they're hungry like damn steak
They wanna see all their bills big
I know you like it, I feel it
And I don't need money to buy personality
Stay with the clique and I ride with my family
That's how I go, now you know my mentality
Don't mess around 'cause I'll start the brutality, oh, oh
He wanna pull up in a Wraith
While his bitches give him face
Boy you got me losing faith
Imma never win this race
Oh my god, we're so tragic
I don't know, we're not magic
And I don't know what happened
But I got so many facets
Ooh, but would you take the fall for me
Without money, we ain't nothing, we ain't free
Ooh, and would you drop it all for me
Think it's funny, how we rushin', can you see
Ah, ooh
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Nah
Beverly, Hollywood, this it!
If we want money, that's what we gon' get
It's like a disease, gets stuck in your head
Soon I'll be wearing a whip on my neck
Got mula like Mona, I count bigger cheques
More money, more hoes, they're all on your neck
I'm young and I go about and I wreck
Your hoe wanna go, she wanting Patek
Your boy like my show, he's playing my set
People stick to you like flex tape
People they're hungry like damn steak
They wanna see all their bills big
I know you like it, I feel it
And I don't need money to buy personality
Stay with the clique and I ride with my family
That's how I go, now you know my mentality
Don't mess around 'cause I'll start the brutality
Oh, ah
Oh, yeah
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Writer(s): Mona Mula
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