Money Hungry

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money hungry, nigga, uh (Hawky, mhm hm)
Yeah, (Okay, Daniel)

Pink and blue inside my pockets, green in there like turtles
Bitch done gave the whole crew brain like she be nice at Wordle
Obstacles be in my way, I jump them like they hurdles
Hellcat causin' friction when I drift shit in a circle (Skrt)
He ain't makin' paper for the team, you know he cut
I'm boosted off this Perc', my body movin' like a slug (Slug)
The feds gon' do a sweep, I hide the stash below the rug (Rug)
Number one in everything, I'll put that on a mug
Smoke tree like I am Groot
Sellin' grams out by the plenty (Uh)
I put her on the news
She ain't know I'm Mr. Petty (Uh-huh)
I fell in love with blues
Want it all, I got have many (Yeah)
Hop right on a cruise
I ain't talkin' 'bout no Terry (Goddamn)

I count money, we get Benji's
Run up hundreds, ain't no 20s
SRTs, a brand new Hemi
Oh, that's paper? I get plenty
Gettin' green, bitch, I'm healthy
Alias, I'm movin' stealthy
Really rich, niggas wealthy
Money hungry, stomach empty
I count money, we get Benji's
Run up hundreds, ain't no 20s
SRTs, a brand new Hemi
Oh, that's paper? I get plenty (Uh-huh)
Gettin' green, bitch, I'm healthy
Alias, I'm movin' stealthy
Really rich, niggas wealthy
Money hungry, stomach empty

Uh, uh
Money hungry, nigga
Yeah, really rich, really
Uh
Really rich, niggas wealthy
Money hungry, uh

Rake it up, Yo Gotti
How the hell you gon' stop me? (No)
Spread the money on my body
I'm the shit porta-potty (Yeah)
Pretty bitch, she a dolly
She gon' make the gang jolly
Percocets with the Molly
She take it all, good luck Charlie (Uh-huh)
Smokin' all these moon rocks, a nigga got no morals (Fuck no)
Aquafina drip that's on my neck, some brand new corals (New drip)
I done see some people leave my life, they hit a portal
Just know I'm makin' money, I be makin' big withdrawals (Money)
I'm makin' up the rules
Just because a nigga can (Like what)
This bitch think I'ma fool
You ain't black, you got a tan (A fool)
New watch, it's like a pool
Hold it up, I get some fans (Like what)
Bitch said I was cruel
Ain't you try to fuck my mans? (Goddamn)

I count money, we get Benji's
Run up hundreds, ain't no 20s
SRTs, a brand new Hemi
Oh, that's paper? I get plenty
Gettin' green, bitch, I'm healthy
Alias, I'm movin' stealthy
Really rich, niggas wealthy
Money hungry, stomach empty
I count money, we get Benji's
Run up hundreds, ain't no 20s
SRTs, a brand new Hemi
Oh, that's paper? I get plenty (Uh-huh)
Gettin' green, bitch, I'm healthy
Alias, I'm movin' stealthy
Really rich, niggas wealthy
Money hungry, stomach empty



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Writer(s): Daniel Clarke
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