Married to the Money
Married to the money, we gon' live it up Women lie, men lie, numbers don't
put my trust in my coat Not a human being's soul, on that note
I'm buying trees and gold, quote, unquote Now please take notes, don't sweat the technique
Cause I ain't no joke Raphael Sadiq, the way I see it
The freak of the week, wanna spring a leak That's that Uchihwala, that's that freak elite
This that put it in your mouth so you can't speak
This that opened up your eyes, go and look, see
Once you recognize your worth, you gon' thank me
Spaulding off the glass, I'ma bank me I'ma make the money, you can't make me
I can go broke and be back up next week Only trust the money so that trust fund sexy
When I hit a quarter, I ain't go get comfy I doubled all the orders, employed more workers
Made a third shift, increased overtime hours Hired supervisors just to manage all the products
Got a web designer for the online shoppers Ran ten tera of dem high speed optics
Never seen numbers fall like Terraluna dollars Winter, summer, fall, I'm accumulating dollars
So the spring when I come down, I'm mutilating dollars
Captivating capo like my cabron Gestapo
Ich bin muda, fratah, get to floofing Like Shemesh Kalega, it's all tight till it loosen
Play the cage like Vega, lacerate contusions Put a nigga in a casket, then we laugh for amusement
Ops lose they bags, become a strand for the movement
Strand for the movement, strand for the movement Married to the money, we gon' live it up
Women die, men die, numbers don't Put my trust in my smoke, I don't believe in ghosts
Quote unquote, now please take notes Now who needs smoke
Don't quit your day job cause these niggas go broke
Niggas rock an N95 and get smoked Fiends wanna come spend a five and get dope
Bitches wanna come suck some dick and get choked Perfectly, I shape every line like it's coke
Niggas wanna scramble with me and get yoked Niggas just a joke
Louisville sluggers ain't California oak Niggas really jokes, 55th dope, ain't Colombian coke
Ya bitch a dirty joke with that deep dirty throat Zero dark thirty when I'm coming for the smoke
It get dark by ten thirty, keep that hammer in my coat
Early in the morning, blow a bag of good dope Pussy so wet, it's hard to stay afloat
Married to the money, deaf til we alope, Deaf to we alope
put my trust in my coat Not a human being's soul, on that note
I'm buying trees and gold, quote, unquote Now please take notes, don't sweat the technique
Cause I ain't no joke Raphael Sadiq, the way I see it
The freak of the week, wanna spring a leak That's that Uchihwala, that's that freak elite
This that put it in your mouth so you can't speak
This that opened up your eyes, go and look, see
Once you recognize your worth, you gon' thank me
Spaulding off the glass, I'ma bank me I'ma make the money, you can't make me
I can go broke and be back up next week Only trust the money so that trust fund sexy
When I hit a quarter, I ain't go get comfy I doubled all the orders, employed more workers
Made a third shift, increased overtime hours Hired supervisors just to manage all the products
Got a web designer for the online shoppers Ran ten tera of dem high speed optics
Never seen numbers fall like Terraluna dollars Winter, summer, fall, I'm accumulating dollars
So the spring when I come down, I'm mutilating dollars
Captivating capo like my cabron Gestapo
Ich bin muda, fratah, get to floofing Like Shemesh Kalega, it's all tight till it loosen
Play the cage like Vega, lacerate contusions Put a nigga in a casket, then we laugh for amusement
Ops lose they bags, become a strand for the movement
Strand for the movement, strand for the movement Married to the money, we gon' live it up
Women die, men die, numbers don't Put my trust in my smoke, I don't believe in ghosts
Quote unquote, now please take notes Now who needs smoke
Don't quit your day job cause these niggas go broke
Niggas rock an N95 and get smoked Fiends wanna come spend a five and get dope
Bitches wanna come suck some dick and get choked Perfectly, I shape every line like it's coke
Niggas wanna scramble with me and get yoked Niggas just a joke
Louisville sluggers ain't California oak Niggas really jokes, 55th dope, ain't Colombian coke
Ya bitch a dirty joke with that deep dirty throat Zero dark thirty when I'm coming for the smoke
It get dark by ten thirty, keep that hammer in my coat
Early in the morning, blow a bag of good dope Pussy so wet, it's hard to stay afloat
Married to the money, deaf til we alope, Deaf to we alope
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Writer(s): Jermaine Allen
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