Money Ain’t No Issue lyrics

[Intro: TakBar and DJ Drama]
Yeah, it's DC n*gga
You see what we doing in these f*cking streets
Pushing the flyest whips, f*cking the baddest chicks
Big guns with 30 shot clips, motherf*ckers can't see us
All gold AP's, these n*ggas wearing G-Shocks
We sending G4 pilots to the Wing Stop
Going where they said we wouldn't and doing what they said we couldn't
We come from nothing n*gga, let's get this f*cking money
I got my money right, call me Rich Homie Dram

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm sipping on patrón n*gga
My b*tch bad to the bone n*gga
She f*cked up, I'm f*cked up
She like how we gon' get home n*gga
I can't smoke that strong n*gga
Swear that's word to my PO
That lil chick to expensive for you
I'll take her back like repo
Say, shorty want a pair of red bottoms
f*cked her good then I went and got 'em
Percs got me f*cking for a hour
Got a boyfriend, forget about him
I got young n*ggas that'll get it popping
And all my n*ggas get a dollar
Started of with an impala
Now all my whips a hundred thousand
Hold up, Now throw your rollies up in the air
And wave that sh*t to the side n*gga
Bad b*tches just popping pus*y, you dead broke just die n*gga
On private jets, we fly n*gga
Sipping lean, we high n*gga
Stand tall, feet five n*gga
They riding for ya, they die with ya
Say foreign whips my f*cking problem
Got a couple, don't f*cking drive them
My homies whip them like f*cking molly
Mo' money mo' f*cking problems
A Wraith coming, I take that
I'm everywhere that that cake at
Them hoes stunted, this the payback
I'm in a Rolls Royce screaming out Maybach
[Chorus: Future]
Money ain't no issue
I'm on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup I beat that pus*y till she miss me
f*ck n*gga die slow, I don't give a f*ck if he come up missing
Any n*gga gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya

[Verse 2: Future]
Young n*gga in a Bimmer coupé with a lot of money and a lot of booze
Young n*gga getting plenty money I'm turnt up than Tom Cruise
Mollies all in my cup n*gga, screwed up I ain't slowing down
AP I'm trigger happy n*gga, young n*ggas at Atlanta Zoo
Shootin the A up out the chamber, n*gga [?]
Bad b*tch from Beverly hills, I'ma f*ck her good on TMZ
Quarter mill for the AP, Quarter mill for Lambo
Quarter mill for a new truck, quarter mil' that's on the counter
Freebandz I'm eating now, rock and roll, no guitar
A lotta drugs and a lotta b*tches
I'ma f*ck the b*tch like a porn star

[Chorus: Future]
Money ain't no issue
I'm on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup I beat that pus*y till she miss me
f*ck n*gga die slow, I don't give a f*ck if he come up missing
Any n*gga gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
I'm just tryna chill but n*ggas really really want to make me talk reckless
Have these n*ggas on your neck, you don't really really want to talk necklace
Heard you got L's in the hood you don't really really want to talk Lexus
We got it right now man you thing n*ggas really want to talk Nexus
f*ck the n*gga like his b*tch say if she with me in a 6 trey
She ride the stick every which way while sh*t play from the mixtape
She say sh*t go hard, she say sh*t go hard, shorty sound like Big Sean (Swerve)
b*tch keep saying "Oh God" (Oh God)
I done f*cked around and got used to money
f*ck game I just use the money
All the suckers get is middle fingers
And the bum b*tches get deuces from me
So if you getting money, I salute you I'm saluting
And if you getting mad I rebuke you, Final Solution
n*ggas like y'all find excuses
n*ggas like us rock exclusives
I come through, beat them streets up cause my whip game so abusive n*gga
This that getting money music n*gga
When they play it all the winners gon' lose it n*gga

[Chorus: Future]
Money ain't no issue
I'm on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup I beat that pus*y till she miss me
f*ck n*gga die slow, I don't give a f*ck if he come up missing
Any n*gga gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya