Money Comin
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, (1-2-2) uh huh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I feel like Walker Texas Ranger
Me and your bitch got entangled
She pull up for my entertainment
Walk a beat down while I'm speaking in Spanglish
You know I'm steppin for every occasion (yeah)
Want me a house in the Caymans
Talkin bout money you talkin my (shhhh)
Talkin bout money you talkin my language
I had it sewed from the Nawf out to Gainesville
They had my brother locked up in containment
Ni... don't know all the shit that I did 'cause I won't talk about
The shit is too painful
I want his head then I'm makin arrangements
Rich nigga trajectory I had to change it
Ain't shit for me to just call in a favor
Gotta keep a opp close like a neighbor
Yeah, copped me a flight im in England
Pulled me a finesse in Finland (mmmm)
Reset my feelings (reset my feelings)
Respect my dealings (respect my dealings)
Cashed out my dentist
(Hey that's 5,000 right there
Count that, make sure that's right)
I just made a mil, I ain't finished
I think i'm the biggest boss still livin
When i'm workin moves I mind my business
You don't get to choose we don't do quizzes
Money, they goin out sad for some money
On your head drop a bag of the money
We ain't worried bout that
Cause it's comin and comin and, comin
First you get it and flip it and tumble it
Gotta figure out a way you can double it
If it ain't bout a check
You can dub it and dub it and, dub it
Streets turned my heart into a tundra
Rubber bands on the 20s and 1s and 5s
We ain't gotta wrap up the hundreds
Told the plug I don't need him to front me
Got my section sewed up like a onesie
I just left on my way out the country
My bitch trippin she wanna tuck her tummy
My bitch trippin she all on my back
Ain't got the time 'cause I'm chasin them racks
Type of bitch hate when you tell her relax
Run up a sack and just send her to Saks
Rap or the trap I did 500,000
I broke down a brick of the Za on my plaque
Got this shit out the mud from scratch
Won't even sign for the contract match
I need some more
Money, they goin out sad for some money
On your head drop a bag of the money
We ain't worried bout that
Cause it's comin and comin and, comin
First you get it and flip it and tumble it
Gotta figure out a way you can double it
If it ain't bout a check
You can dub it and dub it and, dub it
Yeah
Yeah, (1-2-2) uh huh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I feel like Walker Texas Ranger
Me and your bitch got entangled
She pull up for my entertainment
Walk a beat down while I'm speaking in Spanglish
You know I'm steppin for every occasion (yeah)
Want me a house in the Caymans
Talkin bout money you talkin my (shhhh)
Talkin bout money you talkin my language
I had it sewed from the Nawf out to Gainesville
They had my brother locked up in containment
Ni... don't know all the shit that I did 'cause I won't talk about
The shit is too painful
I want his head then I'm makin arrangements
Rich nigga trajectory I had to change it
Ain't shit for me to just call in a favor
Gotta keep a opp close like a neighbor
Yeah, copped me a flight im in England
Pulled me a finesse in Finland (mmmm)
Reset my feelings (reset my feelings)
Respect my dealings (respect my dealings)
Cashed out my dentist
(Hey that's 5,000 right there
Count that, make sure that's right)
I just made a mil, I ain't finished
I think i'm the biggest boss still livin
When i'm workin moves I mind my business
You don't get to choose we don't do quizzes
Money, they goin out sad for some money
On your head drop a bag of the money
We ain't worried bout that
Cause it's comin and comin and, comin
First you get it and flip it and tumble it
Gotta figure out a way you can double it
If it ain't bout a check
You can dub it and dub it and, dub it
Streets turned my heart into a tundra
Rubber bands on the 20s and 1s and 5s
We ain't gotta wrap up the hundreds
Told the plug I don't need him to front me
Got my section sewed up like a onesie
I just left on my way out the country
My bitch trippin she wanna tuck her tummy
My bitch trippin she all on my back
Ain't got the time 'cause I'm chasin them racks
Type of bitch hate when you tell her relax
Run up a sack and just send her to Saks
Rap or the trap I did 500,000
I broke down a brick of the Za on my plaque
Got this shit out the mud from scratch
Won't even sign for the contract match
I need some more
Money, they goin out sad for some money
On your head drop a bag of the money
We ain't worried bout that
Cause it's comin and comin and, comin
First you get it and flip it and tumble it
Gotta figure out a way you can double it
If it ain't bout a check
You can dub it and dub it and, dub it
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Writer(s): 0, Jarrod Doyle
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