Money Clothes

Money Clothes
Foreign Hoes
With my, Bros
Royce, Rolls
She wan', sex me
Always, text me
Becky, bless me
Bitch you cant address me

Yeah, She looking through my phone like TMZ
Tryna' fuck on Wave from PMG
Get passed then blow like TNT
And Bitch I'm 'bout my blues like PNC
Bitch I'm all about my drip
Watch yo' step boy you might slip
Don't you fall, cuz you might trip
Got a .40 on my ear bitch not my hip

Yeah
New chop I shoot it up
Can't stop I'm booted up
Living at the top and somehow I'm still movin' up
These bands keep addin' up
Yo' bitch ain't bad enough
You the main nigga flexing but yo bands ain't adding up

I said 'Shawty what's my name?'
You can't love for the fame
Diamonds on me, Johnny Dang
She takin selfies with my chain

No we can;t link on the low
I don't want you no mo'
Pack ya' stuff gotta go
It's ice on me overflow

Money Clothes
Foreign Hoes
With my, Bros
Royce, Rolls
She wan', sex me
Always, text me
Becky, bless me
Bitch you cant address me

Money Clothes
Foreign Hoes
With my, Bros
Royce, Rolls
She wan', sex me
Always, text me
Becky, bless me
Bitch you cant address me

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Credits
Writer(s): Marley Sturdivant
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