Money Hungry (feat. MHC CJ)

Shooting my shot like Bogdan (Huh)
Gettin' the Yak and I doze off (Huh)
Can't no one sack me like Knowshon (Huh huh)
Paint that boy block just like Mozart (Huh huh)
You know I been real, I done told y'all (Yeah)
They said I'm the one, I done told y'all (Uh)
Thot on my body get blowed off (Blowed off)

Money hungry and we having bread (Huh)
Money hungry you know that I'm fed (Huh uhh)
Fuck the law yeah it's still fuck the feds
Ran up racks damn near fucked up my legs
Drippin' designer from feet to my head (Yeah)
Treat the racks like Corona, they spread like Ebola
She said she focused on the bread
These bitches munching like Granola

Free YSL but I, ride with my, Young thugs, and Gunnas
Bad bitch I lay the pipe like a plumber
I'm cold but I still keep a heat in the summer (Uh uh)
I'm trying to, run up, a mil, fuck a hunnit (Fuck a hunnit)
Play and we grab the sticks like we hunting
I go hard for the Bucks like I'm Giannis

I go hard for the Bucks everyday is a Holiday (Yeah)
That's how you know I'm balling like Jrue (Uhh uhh)
Having them bowls of exotic like soup
Stay on the block boy you play we gone shoot (Huhh)
I keep a strap, I feel like Coop
I'm cooking up, go hard in the booth
I'm very fairy drippy you'd think my name's tooth
Spend a check get it back like magic, poof

Racks, you know we having them (Huh)
That's facts, I upped my revenue (Huh)
Niggas know we got gas like a Texaco (Like a Texaco)
And they know I go nuts like some testicles (Like some testicles)
Play we gone spin like a Merry go
I swear I done it all shoutout Shawty Lo (Yeah)
Get your bitch make a movie like Warner Bros
But this lifestyle ain't safe I stick to the code (On God)

Shooting my shot like Stojaković
I swear that everyone know that I'm popping shit (That I'm popping shit)
We having ice if you reach for it, then you get hit with this hockey stick (Huh)
Drip on my bitch, double Cs just like Roddy Ricch (Huh)
Where's the money counter? money keep piling in (Where it's at?)
I'm having blue cheese, I've been upped my salary (Uhh huh)
Money hungry and I'm full off these calories (Uhh huh)

Money hungry and we having bread (Huh)
Money hungry you know that I'm fed (Huh uhh)
Fuck the law yeah it's still fuck the feds
Ran up racks damn near fucked up my legs
Drippin' designer from feet to my head (Yeah)
Treat the racks like Corona, they spread like Ebola
She said she focused on the bread
These bitches munching like Granola

Free YSL but I, ride with my, Young thugs, and Gunnas
Bad bitch I lay the pipe like a plumber
I'm cold but I still keep a heat in the summer (Uh uh)
I'm trying to, run up, a mil, fuck a hunnit (Fuck a hunnit)
Play and we grab the sticks like we hunting
I go hard for the Bucks like I'm Giannis (Huh uhh)



Credits
Writer(s): Chad Mercer
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