Money

I need money

She never ask questions
She like to take her naps
Want me to run up a check
Then I go blow out her back

She give me ostrich neck
Tongue in her ass crack
I'm making bucks now

Nowhere to go, COVID
Wasting all these fits
I call it polenta
But you call it grits (yes, bitch)
Sick of the album cuts
I want the big hits
Me, I'm a skinny nigga
But I like a big bitch

I don't need you, I need money
Fuck yo' feelings, I need money
I want mulala, can't you see?
I don't need you, I need money

I, I don't take me too serious
My vernacular reckless
Period

Three cups of coffee (yeah)
Shit, I forgot to eat (oh fuck)
Bringing home Popeyes
Only eat the biscuits (yeah)
Wearing my girl's jeans
Eyes all on my dick print
I'm in a Zoom chat
Falsetto got me rich (got me rich)

I don't need you, I need money (I don't need you, I need money)
Fuck your feelings, I need money (fuck your feelings, I need money)
I want mulala, can't you see? (Can't you see, yeah)
I don't need you, I need money

I don't need you, I need money (I don't need you, I need money)
Fuck your feelings, I need money
I want mulala, can't you see?
I don't need you, I need money

I, I don't take me too serious
My vernacular reckless
Period

Don't call me
Don't call me unless it's about the money
I don't want to talk to anybody
I don't really fuck with a- (hold on a second)

Don't call me
Don't call me unless it's about the money
I don't want to talk to anybody
I don't really fuck with anybody

It's just like
I can get whatever I want, I can go wherever I want
I can vibe, you know, 'cause you could buy people now, like what
I can buy whatever the hell I want, I can do whatever I want
When I have money
That's kinda sad



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Choder, Aaron Bortz, Christopher Hartz, Kyle Branham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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