To The Money (feat. Flo Milli & 8AE)
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Wake up, get-
Fuck them cars and them clothes
I ain't streaming no shows
Keep your drama and your hoes
I ain't worried 'bout those
I just say I'm out the dough
Tryna double the dough
To the bank, here I go
Man you already know (woo, yeah)
Call me Mr. Dolla Dolla bill shit
When I turn up, it's a kill switch
My ex still love me, I could still hit
My new girl tell me she a real bih
I been sippin' on D'USSÉ
So I don't give a fuck what you say
Shawty was acting like groupie
Hit the little bih last Tuesday
I have been making love to the money
Sip a lil' liqour, leave the drugs to the dummies
It was down then but now it's looking sunny
Gucci belt on but you still lookin' bummy
I ain't really even gon' hold you
Fooley back up, I don't know you
She have fun when the funds out
Make a nigga wanna pull the ones out
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Wake up, get-
Fuck them cars and them clothes
I ain't streaming no shows
Keep your drama and your hoes
I ain't worried 'bout those
I just say I'm out the dough
Tryna double the dough
To the bank, here I go
Hey, you already know
Flo Milli shit
Wake up and I'm chasin' the money
I laugh to the bank, yo' hoe don't think it's funny
I can get nasty daddy
He tryna cuff, he don't know I'm sassy
Can't let him fuck, gotta keep it classy
I get to that bag like a Target basket
Makeup on my weave, Fendi on my sleeve
She wonder why she can't keep up with me
He might blow his check on me 'cause I'm hot
New Versace pants on me cost a lot
I set the bar high, these bitches can't top
No, these bitches can't top
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Wake up, get-
Fuck them cars and them clothes
I ain't streaming no shows
Keep your drama and your hoes
I ain't worried 'bout those
I just say I'm out the dough
Tryna double the dough
To the bank, here I go
Hey, you already know (yeah)
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Wake up, get-
Fuck them cars and them clothes
I ain't streaming no shows
Keep your drama and your hoes
I ain't worried 'bout those
I just say I'm out the dough
Tryna double the dough
To the bank, here I go
Man you already know (woo, yeah)
Call me Mr. Dolla Dolla bill shit
When I turn up, it's a kill switch
My ex still love me, I could still hit
My new girl tell me she a real bih
I been sippin' on D'USSÉ
So I don't give a fuck what you say
Shawty was acting like groupie
Hit the little bih last Tuesday
I have been making love to the money
Sip a lil' liqour, leave the drugs to the dummies
It was down then but now it's looking sunny
Gucci belt on but you still lookin' bummy
I ain't really even gon' hold you
Fooley back up, I don't know you
She have fun when the funds out
Make a nigga wanna pull the ones out
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Wake up, get-
Fuck them cars and them clothes
I ain't streaming no shows
Keep your drama and your hoes
I ain't worried 'bout those
I just say I'm out the dough
Tryna double the dough
To the bank, here I go
Hey, you already know
Flo Milli shit
Wake up and I'm chasin' the money
I laugh to the bank, yo' hoe don't think it's funny
I can get nasty daddy
He tryna cuff, he don't know I'm sassy
Can't let him fuck, gotta keep it classy
I get to that bag like a Target basket
Makeup on my weave, Fendi on my sleeve
She wonder why she can't keep up with me
He might blow his check on me 'cause I'm hot
New Versace pants on me cost a lot
I set the bar high, these bitches can't top
No, these bitches can't top
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Straight to the money
Wake up, get straight to the money
Wake up, get-
Fuck them cars and them clothes
I ain't streaming no shows
Keep your drama and your hoes
I ain't worried 'bout those
I just say I'm out the dough
Tryna double the dough
To the bank, here I go
Hey, you already know (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Nesbitt Wesonga, Gerard Powell Ii, Tamia Carter, Alexis Boyd, Katori Walker
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