Money Good
Money talk like these niggas do my paper can't keep quiet
You can tell, I been eating good this diet you should try it
Can't be losing weight, when ya know ya paper is hella straight
How you expect me to see you lames with all this money in the way?
My money good, paper hella straight
My money good, paper hella straight
My money good, paper hella straight
How you expect me to see you lames with all this money in the way?
Money good, paper Hella straight, more money to make
All I see, is the T.O.P, Top I'm on the way
Thirty ball for the wrist, and I still be running late
I don't never waste time but this time was a waste
Niggas hate and it's ok, we surrounded by the fake
Thumbing threw a couple grands is how I like to start me day
Get in my way, ima blow it like candles on cakes
Or get hit with Charleston white like he did Soulja with mace
Bought a new machine, just to count my old cash
Brought a hoe, to the team so she can sell some mo ass
Strapped like dike bytch incase a deal go bad
I'm on yo ass like a huggy won't be me in the bag
Money talk like these niggas do my paper can't keep quiet
You can tell, I been eating good this diet you should try it
Can't be losing weight, when ya know ya paper is hella straight
How you expect me to see you lames with all this money in the way?
My money good, paper hella straight
My money good, paper hella straight
My money good, paper hella straight
How you expect me to see you lames with all this money in the way?
You can tell, I been eating good this diet you should try it
Can't be losing weight, when ya know ya paper is hella straight
How you expect me to see you lames with all this money in the way?
My money good, paper hella straight
My money good, paper hella straight
My money good, paper hella straight
How you expect me to see you lames with all this money in the way?
Money good, paper Hella straight, more money to make
All I see, is the T.O.P, Top I'm on the way
Thirty ball for the wrist, and I still be running late
I don't never waste time but this time was a waste
Niggas hate and it's ok, we surrounded by the fake
Thumbing threw a couple grands is how I like to start me day
Get in my way, ima blow it like candles on cakes
Or get hit with Charleston white like he did Soulja with mace
Bought a new machine, just to count my old cash
Brought a hoe, to the team so she can sell some mo ass
Strapped like dike bytch incase a deal go bad
I'm on yo ass like a huggy won't be me in the bag
Money talk like these niggas do my paper can't keep quiet
You can tell, I been eating good this diet you should try it
Can't be losing weight, when ya know ya paper is hella straight
How you expect me to see you lames with all this money in the way?
My money good, paper hella straight
My money good, paper hella straight
My money good, paper hella straight
How you expect me to see you lames with all this money in the way?
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Writer(s): James Johnson
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