Munyun
You can catch me backstroking in Money
Remember they said I won't be Nothing
Always thought that shit was Funny
Plates in! Yeah we used to have Onions
Trap nigga I'll serve your mother
Trap nigga I'll serve your cousin
A custy is a fucking custy
All the shit we got is hustle
Motherfuck a being lucky
You really think you can take it From me?
Nigga must've lost his marbles
Like bitch is you dummy?
Like bitch is retarded?
Like my shh don't sing like Ashanti
And leave your ass smelling like You farted
Bitch I'm lit, I got the fire started
Try and stop my wave, imma surf Regardless
So much money, got me looking Gorgeous
Pearlie whites on me looking Gorgeous
Remember she ain't give a nigga No play
But this money make a bitch a Focus
All this water on nigga
Really got a nigga floating
In class I couldn't pay attention
Was too busy tryna make a living
Too busy tryna make a killing
Dreams to stand under forty foot Ceilings
Now a nigga standing under forty Foot ceilings
Trust, you don't know the feeling
I remember they said I wouldn't be Nun
Now I got them in they feelings
I just came back from Chile
I was out there eating Chili
Cause a nigga wanted Some Chili
And my net worth about half a Milly
Used to flip quarters to hundreds
I was on that pink bike with the Bell
I couldn't give a motherfucks
As along as I made my sells
Opps still hating on Frost
I'm like oh well
Put your thought inside a coin
And flip that bitch inside a whole Well
I just hit his bitch and had that Bitch hooked by my whole belt
Knew it was wrong, but when she Took it off I was like oh well
She wanna fuck with me because The Treesha know I'm lit as hell
She don't fuck with you because Your Smoke got no smell
I got these 2 opps that swear they 'All That'
I call them Kenan and Kel
Caught them working at Walmart
And that shit made me laugh
Opps thought they would put me Down
They must not know my bop
Shit all fun and games til a nigga Play with Mines
Til a nigga hear a pop
Til a nigga hear some shots
I ain't really for the violence
But I wish a pussy come and try it
I don't understand the hate
I think that to myself everyday
They worry niggas but not getting Paid
Shit leaves me in a daze
But I don't really give a fuck
Them niggas can stay broke and Sleep
While I'm up, up away
Money talks, that's all I got to say
You can catch me backstroking in Money
Remember they said I won't be Nothing
Always thought that shit was Funny
Plates in! Yeah we used to have Onions
Trap nigga I'll serve your mother
Trap nigga I'll serve your cousin
A custy is a fucking custy
All the shit we got is hustle
Motherfuck a being lucky
You really think you can take it From me?
Nigga must've lost his marbles
Like bitch is you dummy?
Like bitch is retarded?
Like my shh don't sing like Ashanti
And leave your ass smelling like You farted
Bitch I'm lit, I got the fire started
Try and stop my wave, imma surf Regardless
So much money, got me looking Gorgeous
Pearlie whites on me looking Gorgeous
Remember she ain't give a nigga No play
But this money make a bitch a Focus
All this water on nigga
Really got a nigga floating
In class I couldn't pay attention
Was too busy tryna make a living
Too busy tryna make a killing
Dreams to stand under forty foot Ceilings
Now a nigga standing under forty Foot ceilings
Trust, you don't know the feeling
I remember they said I wouldn't be Nun
Now I got them in they feelings
I just came back from Chile
I was out there eating Chili
Cause a nigga wanted Some Chili
And my net worth about half a Milly
Used to flip quarters to hundreds
I was on that pink bike with the Bell
I couldn't give a motherfucks
As along as I made my sells
Opps still hating on Frost
I'm like oh well
Put your thought inside a coin
And flip that bitch inside a whole Well
I just hit his bitch and had that Bitch hooked by my whole belt
Knew it was wrong, but when she Took it off I was like oh well
She wanna fuck with me because The Treesha know I'm lit as hell
She don't fuck with you because Your Smoke got no smell
I got these 2 opps that swear they 'All That'
I call them Kenan and Kel
Caught them working at Walmart
And that shit made me laugh
Opps thought they would put me Down
They must not know my bop
Shit all fun and games til a nigga Play with Mines
Til a nigga hear a pop
Til a nigga hear some shots
I ain't really for the violence
But I wish a pussy come and try it
I don't understand the hate
I think that to myself everyday
They worry niggas but not getting Paid
Shit leaves me in a daze
But I don't really give a fuck
Them niggas can stay broke and Sleep
While I'm up, up away
Money talks, that's all I got to say
You can catch me backstroking in Money
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Writer(s): Tyler Walker
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