"Money Money Money" lyrics
(feat. Moneybagg Yo)
Rrr
C'mon!
Go, ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all
A nigga showed me how to go get it, that's somethin' I can't recall (What?)
How you never did nothing for me but tell me one for all?
How the fuck you run up all them M's without an adderall?
That's what they ask me, came up from nothin' now I'ma stab it (Made)
Reach for these karats and get your issue silly rabbit (Played)
I'm a dog, all bite, no bark (Rrr)
No flip my heart
Lambo truck with the stars I paid 200 some odd
Money bitches and chains (Ice)
Niggas jackin' the slang
Rolls Gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain (Pipin')
Rolls Royce, Cullinan today cus it might rain (C'mon!)
That shit came with an umbrella
Club jumpin' like Coachella (Woo!)
I'm sleepin' on some clean, half my money still dirty (Woah)
They know I got a bitch but these hoes still flirtin' (So?)
I'm in the field pissed, feel like Mike Vick quarter backin'
We be talkin' slick so charger never spit, never lackin' (C'mon!)
Money, money, money
Bitches, bitches, bitches
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo, c'mon!)
Money, money, money (Money)
Bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches)
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Rragh!)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo)
When the dog get hungry the dog gon' eat
When I slide my plate right under a nigga feet
Like the lines in the road, I get down in the street
Come through like brrat, put them cats to sleep
Stay with the heat cook niggas, shook niggas
Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook niggas
We off the hook nigga, everybody strip
Everybody get down 'cause my niggas flip
Jake niggas, fake niggas, snake niggas
Make niggas, rape niggas I hate niggas
Talking that riff raff, get bad (What?)
They call me extortion, nigga, I get half (Woo)
Money, money, money
Bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches)
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo)
Money, money, money
Bitches, bitches, bitches
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo)
C'mon!
Go, ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all
A nigga showed me how to go get it, that's somethin' I can't recall (What?)
How you never did nothing for me but tell me one for all?
How the fuck you run up all them M's without an adderall?
That's what they ask me, came up from nothin' now I'ma stab it (Made)
Reach for these karats and get your issue silly rabbit (Played)
I'm a dog, all bite, no bark (Rrr)
No flip my heart
Lambo truck with the stars I paid 200 some odd
Money bitches and chains (Ice)
Niggas jackin' the slang
Rolls Gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain (Pipin')
Rolls Royce, Cullinan today cus it might rain (C'mon!)
That shit came with an umbrella
Club jumpin' like Coachella (Woo!)
I'm sleepin' on some clean, half my money still dirty (Woah)
They know I got a bitch but these hoes still flirtin' (So?)
I'm in the field pissed, feel like Mike Vick quarter backin'
We be talkin' slick so charger never spit, never lackin' (C'mon!)
Money, money, money
Bitches, bitches, bitches
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo, c'mon!)
Money, money, money (Money)
Bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches)
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Rragh!)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo)
When the dog get hungry the dog gon' eat
When I slide my plate right under a nigga feet
Like the lines in the road, I get down in the street
Come through like brrat, put them cats to sleep
Stay with the heat cook niggas, shook niggas
Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook niggas
We off the hook nigga, everybody strip
Everybody get down 'cause my niggas flip
Jake niggas, fake niggas, snake niggas
Make niggas, rape niggas I hate niggas
Talking that riff raff, get bad (What?)
They call me extortion, nigga, I get half (Woo)
Money, money, money
Bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches)
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo)
Money, money, money
Bitches, bitches, bitches
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo)
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean, Huard Dumas, Pierre Henri Laurent Porte, Jean Jacques Henri Robe Debout, Demario Dewayne Jr White
