Money (feat. The Track Burnaz)
These niggas is fake
These niggas is phony
They don't want my love, they just want my honey
These niggas is fake, these niggas is phony
They don't want my love
But I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
No, you can't chase love
I hear it all the time
So, no I don't think about you
Cause moneys on my mind
And I don't pick up the phone
Unless moneys on the line
So, you can keep your love now, cause I'm married to the grind
I gotta keep to myself, Fuck boys don't bring me no wealth
Lying to kick it, This shit no good for my health
I would've been with it bae, You coulda hit it bae
Now it's just Lincoln, Jackson, Grants and them Blue Benji's bae
These niggas is fake
These niggas is phony
They don't want my love, they just want my honey
These niggas is fake, these niggas is phony
They don't want my love
But I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
First off you don't know Le' bruh
Just go and get yo' paper
I'm sick and tired of the lies and cryin' just to break up
So Ima put on my makeup, slay while I get my cake up
And count, count my paper, no pay cut
Silly of me to think that I could ever have you for my guy
I know that I should be looking for more
But I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
These niggas is fake
They don't want my love
These niggas is fake
They don't want my love
These niggas is phony
They don't want my love, they just want my honey
These niggas is fake, these niggas is phony
They don't want my love
But I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
No, you can't chase love
I hear it all the time
So, no I don't think about you
Cause moneys on my mind
And I don't pick up the phone
Unless moneys on the line
So, you can keep your love now, cause I'm married to the grind
I gotta keep to myself, Fuck boys don't bring me no wealth
Lying to kick it, This shit no good for my health
I would've been with it bae, You coulda hit it bae
Now it's just Lincoln, Jackson, Grants and them Blue Benji's bae
These niggas is fake
These niggas is phony
They don't want my love, they just want my honey
These niggas is fake, these niggas is phony
They don't want my love
But I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
First off you don't know Le' bruh
Just go and get yo' paper
I'm sick and tired of the lies and cryin' just to break up
So Ima put on my makeup, slay while I get my cake up
And count, count my paper, no pay cut
Silly of me to think that I could ever have you for my guy
I know that I should be looking for more
But I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
I just want the money bae
These niggas is fake
They don't want my love
These niggas is fake
They don't want my love
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Writer(s): Michelle Wilson
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