Let That $ Sing

Shit
Woah (woah)
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Shit, woah

Yea, yea, yea

Shorty automatic keep the clutch wit me
Forty automatic run them ones wit me
I ain' keep a baddie I ain' love wit me

Money add up, add a band on it
Why they think I'm playing?
Keep a hunnid something mo' wit me
Something mo' on me
That bitch wanna fold for me
Ain' no mo' to show wit it
Yea

I just broke a hunnid forty S-R-T
Bitch real freaky, she get demon in them sheets yea
Yea yea
Woah woah woah

Let that money sing
Let that money sing
Let my money sing
I let that money talk for me
Hear that money sing
Let that money sing
Let that money sing
Go 'head let it talk for me

Benjy, Alex, let y'all talk for me
Bitch with malice, she gon' talk on me
But I got off for free
Let that money sing
I ain' fuckin wit no bitch that just fuck for green
And I let that shit bang inna morning (bang bang)
Feel like Carti, woke up with the tooly, what it do?
And my brothers gang gang for the moment (gang gang)
Bangin' and we boomin' you know what it do

Let that money sing
Let that money sing
Let my money sing
I let that money talk for me
Hear that money sing
Let that money sing
Let that money sing
Go 'head let it talk for me

Let that money sing, go head let it talk for me
Let that money sing, go head let it talk for me
(Take that bag Midwest)



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Writer(s): Jacko!
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