M.A.D.

Money all day, money all day, yeah, money all day
Money all day, money all day
I ain't tryna do no chasin', I get money all day
If you ain't talkin' money, I can't hear what y'all say

I just hit a lick and this bitch cause crime pay
I can't give a dime, 20 cents, is y'all cray, I get money all day
Money all day ho, money all day, ho, money all day
Silver spoon on some eat shit

Money all day ho, money all day, ho, money all day
Never let you niggas see shit
Money all day ho, money all day, ho, money all day
Want that money, fuck with me, I get money all day ho

Money all day ho, money all day
Playin' with my money and that's some shit you just don't wanna do
I promise you, mind goin' crazy, might act a fool with it
Bitches on a nigga dick, they knowin' that I'm too gifted

I can step out anytime of day, I got my tool with me
Line them up, hoes see a niggas chasin' paper
Now they tryna fuck, niggas and, we steppin' on their necks
Swear they can't fuck with us, elevate my pockets on another level

I just did the dash, step on the gas, I'm tryna break the pedal
Black shades like Ray Charles, on God, they can't see me
Been told that I'm a beast, it ain't a nigga out here beat me
Before I touch my grave, I'ma touch a couple milli

I get on these beats and I go crazy, that's no kizzi
I swear that my mind different, on my life, my time different
I can't waste no time, I'm on my grind, I need like five million
Promise ain't no pressure, bout no paper, we gon' get it

I'm havin' motion ain't stressed by how I'm livin

I ain't tryna do no chasin', I get money all day hoe
Money all day Hoe, money all day
Silver spoon on some eat shit,

Money all day hoe, money all day hoe
Money all day, never let you niggas see shit
Money all day, money all day
Money all day, want that money, fuck with me, I get

Money all day, money all day
Money all day
Money talk and I'm steppin' on the small things
Money call, I just hung it up when y'all came

First of all, I'ma get this money, y'all lame
If a nigga thinkin' he gon' take it from me, bang, bang
No tip, I won't trip, pay me for my time
Got four more clips, I won't slip, work that nine to five

Made some more dip, bought my chips, who didn't wanna die
From them fireworks, you know I'm still workin' for 4th of July
Money all day, money all day
Yeah, money all day



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Writer(s): Bernard Brooks
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