Money Money Money

Paper Route Empire
Money-money, money (DJ Rocksteady)
Money, Tim Gates, what's poppin'? (Money)
It's Dolph

Money, money, money, money, money, money
If you ain't a rich nigga, then you can't tell me nothing
Money, money, money, money, money
If you've got a lil' money, it's time to do a lil' stuntin'
Money, money, money, money, money
Three o'clock in the morning, I got the spot jumping
Money, money, money, money
Made another ticket, that's why I spend it 'cause it's nothing

I just touched down, about to call a light head
The best in the city, go and ask my clientele
I'm fly as hell, just as high as hell
Nah, these ain't Luis frames, these're Cartier

Homeboy, what you know about a scale?
The only nigga you know that weigh Kush without a scale
My sneaker's Bell, and my undershirt YSL
Told 'em, "Mr. T, I have a mill' when he get out of jail"

448, nigga that's a boat
Under my hood, that's a 454
I hit the gas, and get drank all over the floor
It's all good, I stopped and poured me another four

Money, money, money, money, money, money
If you ain't a rich nigga, then you can't tell me nothing
Money, money, money, money, money
If you've got a lil' money, it's time to do a lil stuntin'
Money, money, money, money, money
Three o'clock in the morning, I got the spot jumping
Money, money, money, money
Made another ticket, that's why I spend it 'cause it's nothing

God took my granny, but it made me stronger
Made me more hungry, to get this paper longer
I shine, so when I step in the place, it's sunny
Track jacket out maxed, it's time to chase money

Energiser bunny, keep going, keep going
Know that she a freak, keep blowing, keep blowing
She fuck with me 'cause she know a nigga got money
Pockets on Chris Rock, not funny
You about it, I'm about it, nigga let's see
Bought so much, my damn face should be on SV's
You a big dog, please tell me who the next flee
Speeding on that paper route, come and catch me

Money, money, money, money, money, money
If you ain't a rich nigga, then you can't tell me nothing
Money, money, money, money, money
If you've got a lil' money, it's time to do a lil stuntin'
Money, money, money, money, money
Three o'clock in the morning, I got the spot jumping
Money, money, money, money
Made another ticket, that's why I spend it 'cause it's nothing

You gon' think I work for Twitter, the way the money follow me
Left pocket full of cabbage, right pocket colored green
Thick girls in the crowd think they wanna swallow me
Sorry girl, you not a candidate, you work at Dollar Tree

They say I paper chase like I got a lotta feet
And life is what you make it, that's my astrology
And life is a bitch too, but mine bad
So when I think of life, I picture space with dash

200 on the dash
Moving super fuckin' fast
Tryna keep up with that cash
Plus I go harder and harder, 'cause them haters on my ass
'Cause if you ain't first then you last

Money, money, money, money, money, money
If you ain't a rich nigga, then you can't tell me nothing
Money, money, money, money, money
If you've got a lil' money, it's time to do a lil stuntin'
Money, money, money, money, money
Three o'clock in the morning, I got the spot jumping
Money, money, money, money
Made another ticket, that's why I spend it 'cause it's nothing