M O N E Y W I T C H A

Looking At some pictures I'm just trying not to remember
All this time passed got me tossed up in the blender
4 years in lotta tears lotta blood shed
Whole lotta Paul lotta blunts lotta pain meds
Told you a couple of secrets put me on defense
I had to put it in sequence
Ima go get it reguardless
No Ian starving
No I can't act like I need you
Yea
Ima go harder
Strait off the rocker
This ain't no follow the leader
These hoes be sooo deceiving
I'm sorry that I had to do you greasy

Lil baby I was tryna get some money witcha
I can't fuck witcha type you too washy wishy
No
You can't be my wife you can't be my misses
I'm tryna shoot to the bank like a money pistol
Lil baby I'm just tryna get some money witcha
Lil baby I'm just tryna get some money witcha
Lil baby I'm just tryna get some money witcha
Tryna shoot to the bank like a money pistol

Got a play on the floor
You gone pass or you gone score
Get the cash get the door
I be passing on a whore
Talking bout breaking me
Off the T
Ima let her know
Put her strait to sleep
Off the D
Dick all in her throat
Yea
Gotta get the cash bae
I'm ina cash race
Uh
Peeking out the blinds it look like a cash day
Uh
Let's go for a ride and pick up a bag bae
Uh
Waking up tomorrow fuck round do the same thing
Yea
Gotta get money on schedule
Fuck ya good ona sectional
Niggas mad I'm ahead of them
Made my own route Ian trailing
Lil shawty a rider fasho dat
You better act like you know dat
We cooling we vibing we smoking told her let's run it up get to the money

Lil baby I was tryna get some money witcha
I can't fuck witcha type you too washy wishy
No
You can't be my wife you can't be my misses
I'm tryna shoot to the bank like a money pistol
Lil baby I'm just tryna get some money witcha
Lil baby I'm just tryna get some money witcha
Lil baby I'm just tryna get some money witcha
Tryna shoot to the bank like a money pistol



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Writer(s): Tyler Jones
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