Making Money lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Verse 1]
God damn a little boy got asthma
On my wall is a 100 inch plasma
They say you got money, nothing else matters
But to me n*gga, family matters most
I got money and I smoke, smoke, smoke
I pray to god I don’t ever go broke
I ain’t never ever stopped selling dope
And I’ll never stop buying mink coats
My girl killing got a pink diamond choker
Yellow diamond necklace cost a Testarossa
She gotta walk kinda slow cause she’s a meal ticket
I only f*ck with bad b*tches, Gucci real picky
I got a city b*tch, a country b*tch, turn me up a lil bit
I gave you a lot of it, y’all ain’t seen the half of it
I got 30 squares, pus*y n*gga do the math of it
I got good aim, pus*y n*gga, Gucci accurate

[Chorus]
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
You keep making comments, I'ma keep making commas
You keep making comments but I keep making commas
Money don't make you real, but I really do got money
You keep chasing pus*y, and I keep chasing money
[Verse 2]
Can’t stop me n*gga, can’t block me n*gga
Better chill, sit back and just watch me n*gga
Getting so much top might top that n*gga
Imma open up shop, come shop young n*gga
Big Guwop, let’s shootout n*gga
Send a f*ck n*gga up to 2Pac n*gga
She sleep in my bed and she give me good head
But she still worrying bout what the b*tch gon say
Still say you gonna get rich one day
Imma get money every goddamn day
Broke ass n*ggas can’t get no date
In the club, singing out, shawty swing my way
Money will talk like a high top fade
I’m a rich kid, baby who wanna come play?
At club LIV on a Sunday, screaming out free my n*gga 4Tre
Sir Mixalot, my posse on broadway
Serve bricks a lot, I got so much yay
She a filthy b*tch, she got a filthy twat
I can tell that the b*tch sucks di*ks a lot
I started off a nick bag, ran it up to a big bag
Left your friend with a sh*tbag, get glad or get mad

[Chorus]
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
I'ma keep making money, I'ma keep making money
You keep making comments, I'ma keep making commas
You keep making comments but I keep making commas
Money don't make you real, but I really do got money
You keep chasing pus*y, and I keep chasing money
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