Money for me
What the fuck you want you got some money for me
The fuck you call my fone, you got some money for me
If you ain't got no money for me, what the fuck you want then
I-phone blowing up, who the fuck is that
All these fuckin messages what you doing, where you at
What the fuck you want that's the fucking question
If it ain't about some money, shit I have a suggestion
Quit texting my phone
Stop calling my shit
Just leave me the fuck alone
Man these niggas don't quit
Now who the fuck is this, oh, they calling about that money
Answer the fuckin phone, say they got a hundred for me
Calling about the money I can talk all day
If it ain't about that money, I just don't know what to say
They say I'm shallow then a bitch
Audemar up on my wrist
You ain't got no money for me shit you do not exist
And I must insist that you don't get in my midst
All these diamonds on my fist we can't even co exist
All this fucking cheddar and this steak on my plate
You ain't got nothing for me please get up out my way
What the fuck you want you got some money for me
The fuck you call my phone, you got some money for me
If you ain't got no money for me, what the fuck you want then
What the fuck you want you got some money for me
The fuck you call my phone, you got some money for me
If you ain't got no money for me, what the fuck you want then
It's all about the money bitch
Whoever said that it ain't ain't never had the shit
Don't give a fuck what you thank, shit you can slit your wrist
You can gone and quit
Fixing to head to the bank just for some more of it
They know I got that money so the bitches wanna hang
Want to rub my chest, taking off they wedding rang
I'm in Gucci so not too much, so icy so just do not touch
Yep, my motherfucking attitude might fuck you up
Cause all the fuck I wanna know is you got something for me
Hoes always in my face wanting something for free
I just give them the d, sometimes I give them the key
Better join the fucking army and be all you can be
If you ain't got no money for me tell me what you want
If you ask me for some bread, I prolly give you a croissant
If you ain't got shit for me, I'm gone need for you to flee
Might take you on a fucking cruise, then leave yo ass at sea
What the fuck you want you got some money for me
The fuck you call my phone, you got some money for me
If you ain't got no money for me, what the fuck you want then
What the fuck you want you got some money for me
The fuck you call my phone, you got some money for me
If you ain't got no money for me, what the fuck you want then
The fuck you call my fone, you got some money for me
If you ain't got no money for me, what the fuck you want then
I-phone blowing up, who the fuck is that
All these fuckin messages what you doing, where you at
What the fuck you want that's the fucking question
If it ain't about some money, shit I have a suggestion
Quit texting my phone
Stop calling my shit
Just leave me the fuck alone
Man these niggas don't quit
Now who the fuck is this, oh, they calling about that money
Answer the fuckin phone, say they got a hundred for me
Calling about the money I can talk all day
If it ain't about that money, I just don't know what to say
They say I'm shallow then a bitch
Audemar up on my wrist
You ain't got no money for me shit you do not exist
And I must insist that you don't get in my midst
All these diamonds on my fist we can't even co exist
All this fucking cheddar and this steak on my plate
You ain't got nothing for me please get up out my way
What the fuck you want you got some money for me
The fuck you call my phone, you got some money for me
If you ain't got no money for me, what the fuck you want then
What the fuck you want you got some money for me
The fuck you call my phone, you got some money for me
If you ain't got no money for me, what the fuck you want then
It's all about the money bitch
Whoever said that it ain't ain't never had the shit
Don't give a fuck what you thank, shit you can slit your wrist
You can gone and quit
Fixing to head to the bank just for some more of it
They know I got that money so the bitches wanna hang
Want to rub my chest, taking off they wedding rang
I'm in Gucci so not too much, so icy so just do not touch
Yep, my motherfucking attitude might fuck you up
Cause all the fuck I wanna know is you got something for me
Hoes always in my face wanting something for free
I just give them the d, sometimes I give them the key
Better join the fucking army and be all you can be
If you ain't got no money for me tell me what you want
If you ask me for some bread, I prolly give you a croissant
If you ain't got shit for me, I'm gone need for you to flee
Might take you on a fucking cruise, then leave yo ass at sea
What the fuck you want you got some money for me
The fuck you call my phone, you got some money for me
If you ain't got no money for me, what the fuck you want then
What the fuck you want you got some money for me
The fuck you call my phone, you got some money for me
If you ain't got no money for me, what the fuck you want then
Credits
Writer(s): Melvin Woods
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