Money Loud lyrics

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[Hook]
If you bout that paper n*gga, this the anthem
Money Loud, Pockets having temper tantrums
Money Loud, Oh yes that money loud
20's, 50's, 100's till we stack a Hundred Thou
Too many broke n*ggas, push the crowd back
Ya'll got that Reggie, b*tch we got that loud bag
Money Loud, yea b*tch that money loud
20's, 50's, 100's till we stack a hundred thou
Dirty Money, that's that Puffy Combs
Shaquille O'Neal, That mean your money long
Money Loud, yeah b*tch that money loud
20's, 50's, 100's till we stack a Hundred Thou

[Verse 1]
Ay yo, Pull up in that Bentley, bumpin' Benjamin stuntin'
Money old but I'm young, My pockets on Benjamin Button
20's 50's & 100's, you a George Washington baller
You go nuts at the mall, I must go George Washington Carver
I said your girl give alot of brain
It's ironic that I called her dumb
She looked at my swag and said man he's fresh
So I f*cked her while bumpin' Tha Carter 1
One b*tch said your Breitling cold, I said but my Rollie hot
My n*ggas get that dirty bread, Wholy-moly donut shop
I'm pimpin' just stop it, If your b*tch is the topic
She go for my sack so much, I feel like I'm Vick in the pocket
You know I scramble and duck her, You hold her hand & you cuff her
I guess she lickin' the rapper because her man is a sucker
I said, I said if she this knot then she gon drop that, drop that
I give her pink Ciroc, it make her box wet
My game butter, it will make your Honey roll
And n*gga you ain't gettin money if your money fold
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[Verse 2]
I got these knots in my pocket, this is not what you want
They say I'm over the top, I say my top in my trunk
I'm the Ray Rice of my crew, You know my block in the front
Give me that thang and I run it, it ain't no option to punt
I'm screaming, wooo
Riding back to back look like a Chevy club
Them blades poking out, I call em Freddy gloves
I could just Giuseppe b*tches or I could mink hoes
Cuz I make that paper double like I work at Kinko's
If I knock your honey down, I gotta peel her off me
Yea she know my money loud, im talkin Gilbert Gottfried
She let me get it first, then my homies go slam her
I f*cked her in the coupe while bumpin' Tony Montana
My money loud, like why worry
Your money quiet, like libraries
My game butter, it will make your Honey roll
And n*gga you ain't gettin money if your money fold

[Hook]
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