[Hook]
Money, money
I kick a door for the
Money, money
I rob the plug for the
Money, money
All a n*gga want is
Money, money
All a n*gga count is
Money, money money, money money
Money, money money, money money
Money, money money, money money
Money, money money, money money
[Verse]
What would a n*gga do to get rich?
Would he do anything for the money?
Know some n*ggas went b*tch, know some n*ggas went snitch
Anything for them hundreds
I know some n*ggas flipped bricks, know some n*ggas hit licks
Just to get to the money
Free Mango, Offset, John Wic
Young n*ggas get back to the money
Before a n*gga ever go broke, I’ll kick a door
Run off with the sack from my show
Have a junkie show me where to go
I’ll hit the plug, everybody know I’m cutthroat
Remix the numbers on the phone
Cash out on gold, that’s how I got it on the nawf
Money coming in on the boat
Stack forty whole, never ever trick off on a ho
Money money money money money money money money
Young n*ggas ain’t getting no money
All these carats on my chain, goddamn Bugs Bunny
Drop a four in a liter, y’all sippin’ margarita
Rather pour up, drink real muddy
Swear to god sh*t get ugly
If you playin’ with the money
Could you really take a life for the paper?
Rob an armored truck like takers
Whip it in the kitchen with the bakers
Mansion got a whole lot of acres
All black chopper like the Raiders
In the swamp, I’m living with the gators
Hundred dollar tip for the waiter
In the trap grinding up the stater
Money, guap, cheese, racks, cash, bread, fetty, dinero
I’m a motherf*cking king, all this gold on me
I’m a goddamn pharaoh
I know n*ggas on the nawf that’s still in the street
Take you your life for the pesos
I know some young n*ggas put in more work than OGs
Free my n*gga Peso
When it come to the guap, young n*gga run it
All I want is hundreds
Jimmy Choo, red bottoms, Balmain, Margielas
Yeah they fit my budget
Got fifty bands cash stuffed down in the basement
Better not touch it
If I ever had to choose between me and you
I’ma get the money