ABOUT MONEY (BONUS)
Hi, I'm money
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me (black America)
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we're gettin' busy
Fuckin' with me, everything unlimited (unlimited)
You can smoke, you can drink
You can bring your bitches in (your bitches in)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna fuckin' dance (yeah)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (whoo)
If you a rich nigga, hold up your fuckin' chain (whoo-whoo)
If you a bad bitch, clap your fuckin' ass (whoo-whoo)
If you a bad bitch, pop your fuckin' bag (whoo-whoo)
If you a rich nigga, show these niggas, make 'em mad (whoo-whoo)
I've been geekin' extra hard, I know my mama mad (yeah)
I've been takin' care of my family, now I know my granny proud (yeah)
Everything elite, you can't fuck with this when we around
We get fly and fleek, B.A. comin' through to shoot you down
Huh, exotic fleet, Lambo', Maybach, Lambo'
American muscle, I've got the Trackhawk goin' Lambo' (skrrt)
We ain't worried, we ain't worried 'bout it, dog (damn)
You can go and fuck that nigga, ain't worried 'bout it, shawty (yeah)
I've been flexin' for 22 years, and I ain't stoppin' now (no way)
I've been geekin' for 60 days, I'm 'bout to pop one off
I know you think it's crazy, last time you seen me, I hate that shit
Damn, I need a doctor, all these ice on me like I broke my wrist (watch)
I twist up, I twist up, I twist up straight to your bitch (twist)
Diamonds dancin', huh, yeah, they twist at the hip (twist)
Toupée, they want icon when I hit the fuckin' stage
Two hundred racks knockin' off that bitch, young nigga, I got pay (pay)
Turn a mansion to a fuckin' rave (baby money, baby money)
I turned up and went out to LA (whoo, whoo-whoo)
Baby, you could stay in my bed, then play house (yeah)
What you wanna do? What you wanna say? (Turn me up)
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we're gettin' busy
Fuckin' with me, everything unlimited (yeah)
You can smoke, you can drink
And you can bring your bitches in (yeah)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna fuckin' dance (ass)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (what?)
Whoo!
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me (black America)
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we're gettin' busy
Fuckin' with me, everything unlimited (unlimited)
You can smoke, you can drink
You can bring your bitches in (your bitches in)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna fuckin' dance (yeah)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (whoo)
If you a rich nigga, hold up your fuckin' chain (whoo-whoo)
If you a bad bitch, clap your fuckin' ass (whoo-whoo)
If you a bad bitch, pop your fuckin' bag (whoo-whoo)
If you a rich nigga, show these niggas, make 'em mad (whoo-whoo)
I've been geekin' extra hard, I know my mama mad (yeah)
I've been takin' care of my family, now I know my granny proud (yeah)
Everything elite, you can't fuck with this when we around
We get fly and fleek, B.A. comin' through to shoot you down
Huh, exotic fleet, Lambo', Maybach, Lambo'
American muscle, I've got the Trackhawk goin' Lambo' (skrrt)
We ain't worried, we ain't worried 'bout it, dog (damn)
You can go and fuck that nigga, ain't worried 'bout it, shawty (yeah)
I've been flexin' for 22 years, and I ain't stoppin' now (no way)
I've been geekin' for 60 days, I'm 'bout to pop one off
I know you think it's crazy, last time you seen me, I hate that shit
Damn, I need a doctor, all these ice on me like I broke my wrist (watch)
I twist up, I twist up, I twist up straight to your bitch (twist)
Diamonds dancin', huh, yeah, they twist at the hip (twist)
Toupée, they want icon when I hit the fuckin' stage
Two hundred racks knockin' off that bitch, young nigga, I got pay (pay)
Turn a mansion to a fuckin' rave (baby money, baby money)
I turned up and went out to LA (whoo, whoo-whoo)
Baby, you could stay in my bed, then play house (yeah)
What you wanna do? What you wanna say? (Turn me up)
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we're gettin' busy
Fuckin' with me, everything unlimited (yeah)
You can smoke, you can drink
And you can bring your bitches in (yeah)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna fuckin' dance (ass)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (what?)
Whoo!
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Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Corey Kerr, Nick Spiders
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