Married To The Money
I got the hundreds watch the diamonds on my neck dripping bouncing to the floor
Got a jet to what's the name you better suck on all fours
Got the chains its dripping lose
What you think the man is Zeus
Go out here to Dubai
Man private jets we getting high
Pull up with the rack these bitch know how
I'm boutta act I mark a milli by the tracks an still no features what about that
An still the Cuban link at that now what you think
These bitches wack just coped a Maybach truck it's slate
We smoking thru them backwoods packs an packs an packs
Bitch I get to high that shit help me mentally
Seeing new money every week an it's helping my mental
Boutta get another bitch
Birkin bags it guaranteed
But still get what I want
Hoes an money all for me
Smoking blunts in whips that's crazy got the stars up in the sky
I ain't even look outside the money dance then watch me slide
Imma do it till I die I'll stack this paper till I die
I ain't leaving for a minute look long up an watch me rise
Bitch I do I'm married to the money never switching that
I swear to God I'll do this for the us man I'll never fail at that
I'll pop my shit I'll pop your shit if you get close to me I'll make the switch
Auto like I'm tuning up my voice an imma dog you bitch
Calling on my phone I'm getting sick about this bitch
I'm boutta do this shit myself an stack the bands up like a brick
I got this dripping like it's water on my neck and on my wrist an
I ain't here to play no games I boutta switch you up with this blick
I'm boutta red eye dot this bitch
You know imma scoop it out
Imma hit 'em knock 'em down
I'll keep 'em now this bitch around
Because twenty eight the gang for real
These my brothas hold it down
We don't like that messy shit but when we spinning shit go down
You won't catch me outta pocket like I'm Brady throw it deep
One two three four five six seven diamonds rings just like TB
Yeah I'm a shooting star an I'm the one you came to see
I be making hits like everyday why you asleep
I got the hundreds watch the diamonds on my neck dripping bouncing to the floor
Got a jet to what's the name you better suck on all fours
Got the chains its dripping lose
What you think the man is Zeus
Go out here to Dubai
Man private jets we getting high
Pull up with the rack these bitch know how
I'm boutta act I mark a milli by the tracks an still no features what about that
An still the Cuban link at that now what you think
These bitches wack just coped a Maybach truck it's slate
We smoking thru them backwoods packs an packs an packs
Why you staring at me I'm the king I know I'm blinged down
Got the ice an my shoes this shit gunna pay now ten toes down now what you think
I'm just a different man I swear I've been doing this shit since I was the little man
Sum to prove sum to lose
An I got dividends whipping the coupe
Never the news an ion need no friends
I'm in the stu making some moves
Once was the middle man
Got me the shoes got me the suit
You come to me for plans
Got a jet to what's the name you better suck on all fours
Got the chains its dripping lose
What you think the man is Zeus
Go out here to Dubai
Man private jets we getting high
Pull up with the rack these bitch know how
I'm boutta act I mark a milli by the tracks an still no features what about that
An still the Cuban link at that now what you think
These bitches wack just coped a Maybach truck it's slate
We smoking thru them backwoods packs an packs an packs
Bitch I get to high that shit help me mentally
Seeing new money every week an it's helping my mental
Boutta get another bitch
Birkin bags it guaranteed
But still get what I want
Hoes an money all for me
Smoking blunts in whips that's crazy got the stars up in the sky
I ain't even look outside the money dance then watch me slide
Imma do it till I die I'll stack this paper till I die
I ain't leaving for a minute look long up an watch me rise
Bitch I do I'm married to the money never switching that
I swear to God I'll do this for the us man I'll never fail at that
I'll pop my shit I'll pop your shit if you get close to me I'll make the switch
Auto like I'm tuning up my voice an imma dog you bitch
Calling on my phone I'm getting sick about this bitch
I'm boutta do this shit myself an stack the bands up like a brick
I got this dripping like it's water on my neck and on my wrist an
I ain't here to play no games I boutta switch you up with this blick
I'm boutta red eye dot this bitch
You know imma scoop it out
Imma hit 'em knock 'em down
I'll keep 'em now this bitch around
Because twenty eight the gang for real
These my brothas hold it down
We don't like that messy shit but when we spinning shit go down
You won't catch me outta pocket like I'm Brady throw it deep
One two three four five six seven diamonds rings just like TB
Yeah I'm a shooting star an I'm the one you came to see
I be making hits like everyday why you asleep
I got the hundreds watch the diamonds on my neck dripping bouncing to the floor
Got a jet to what's the name you better suck on all fours
Got the chains its dripping lose
What you think the man is Zeus
Go out here to Dubai
Man private jets we getting high
Pull up with the rack these bitch know how
I'm boutta act I mark a milli by the tracks an still no features what about that
An still the Cuban link at that now what you think
These bitches wack just coped a Maybach truck it's slate
We smoking thru them backwoods packs an packs an packs
Why you staring at me I'm the king I know I'm blinged down
Got the ice an my shoes this shit gunna pay now ten toes down now what you think
I'm just a different man I swear I've been doing this shit since I was the little man
Sum to prove sum to lose
An I got dividends whipping the coupe
Never the news an ion need no friends
I'm in the stu making some moves
Once was the middle man
Got me the shoes got me the suit
You come to me for plans
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Writer(s): Joseph Lopes Jr.
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