Money

Money got me in the mix again.
He want to be on my list again.
They got me all in their pics again.
They wanna know how rich I am.
Money, money, money, money, money, calling
Money, money, money, money, money, calling

Hate it when I talk expensive shit
What I had to do to get to this
Counted me out I counted up
Counted me out I counted up
Money, money, money, money, money, calling
Money, money, money, money, money, calling

They hated on me from a far
I'm that bitch in charge
I was in the back of the back
Now the Maybach got stars
Got these high notes on me sometimes I feel like the DeBarge
I do not look at the tags
I do not know what they are

Circle so small it can fit in a two-door coupe
No new friends
Who the fuck is you?
You ain't get it out the mud with me
Shit you was swimming in pools

Money got me in the mix again
He want to be on my list again
They got me all in their pics again
They wanna know how rich I am
Money, money, money, money, money, calling
Money, money, money, money, money, calling

Hate it when I talk expensive shit
What I had to do to get to this
Counted me out I counted up
Counted me out I counted up
Money, money, money, money, money, calling
Money, money, money, money, money, calling

Calling, money, money, money, money, money, falling
Work so hard baby I put my all in
Money, money, money that shit keep calling
Watch it falling baby I put my all in
Money, money, money, money, money, falling
Work so hard baby I put my all in

Money, money, money that shit keep calling
Watch it falling baby I put my all in
Falling
I put my all in
Calling
Yeah, Yeah,
Circle so small it can fit in a two-door coupe



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Writer(s): Anaya Perry
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