Money Ain’t A Thing lyrics

[Intro]
(Zino Records, hahahaha)

[Chorus: Roy Woods]
Ridin' with them tings
Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stackin' up till I'm snappin' rubber bands
Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest n*gga up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh f*ckin' haters, I'ma do it all again
Free the gang and my family, all we do is win

[Verse 1: Nines]
Remember when me and Likkle T were broke (Remember those days)
Now I give all the drug dealers hope (I inspire n*ggas)
Break them off, they're always asking for more
Let's go, I sell bricks fam, you can't get a draw, let's go
Fam, your chain look glass like your jaw, uh
I gave out samples on tour (Trap star sh*t)
Now all these haters wanna bring it
Cah I just hopped a house with my trainers to live in
I'm a rabbit with the stick (Yeah)
If I'm mackin' your chick
She'll be gone when I spoil her like the back of my whip (Yeah)
b*tches come around, now he's actin' out of character
And I could tell them Cali packs came from Canada (Know the difference)
Fam, I'm still on the block, I ain't a pop star (Out here)
All the crackheads love me, I'm a rockstar
Can't park anywhere, I'm worried 'bout a tracker
I bring my youngens Wireless to rob your favourite rapper
It's Nines
[Chorus: Roy Woods]
Ridin' with them tings
Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stackin' up till I'm snappin' rubber bands
Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest n*gga up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh f*ckin' haters, I'ma do it all again
Free the gang and my family, all we do is win

[Verse 2: Nines]
Don't compare me to them dirty n*ggas (Nah)
I make more than crack dealers and I flip green (Yeah, yeah)
Of course I made mills before my thirties, n*gga
I was wearin' Rollies at sixteen
Me and Midgy, we up, that's a quarter mill
Slipped up, now I gotta watch her take the morning pill
Lookin' like a footballer in these whips I drive (Yeah)
I was wearin' RM's and they was sixty-five
All these n*ggas here, when I was broke, they weren't around (Yeah)
I coulda been in Top Boy but I turned it down (Sully and them man)
Uh, my whole body lookin' froze (Sub-zero)
After my show, we got a lobby full of hoes, uh
I used to sell packs in the pouring rain (Out here)
When it comes to this trap sh*t, I'm hall of fame (Harlesden legend)
She see the stars in my roof now she miss me
b*tch, my new car's bulletproof, I come like 50
[Chorus: Roy Woods]
Ridin' with them tings
Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stackin' up till I'm snappin' rubber bands
Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest n*gga up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh f*ckin' haters, I'ma do it all again
Free the gang and my family, all we do is win