"Who Don't Love Money?" lyrics
Aye Chapo
Yeah
Yeah vampire
Dead Fly
We ain't worried 'bout nobody we got sticks when we walk out
We ain't worried 'bout nobody we got sticks when we walk out
Man shit get wicked I psych out
Talking 'bout that Ra Ra he pipe down
Y'all nigga get gunned down
And they know I got a vampire around
And they know I spray a whole hundred round
And I hit that boy with a four pound
I had a pound of weight with like four pounds
Play with the mob in the wrong town
It's whatever
Think I'm gon' catch my mans whatever
I had to pop out with this little ass Glock today but tomorrow I'll do better
Play with the mob pluck him like a feather
Coming in with that hunnid round
Whoa told me that he love dem gun sounds
If they play with us I take then X em out
And they locked my brother in that dog pound
If he play with us he get black rosed
Everybody know that she a known hoe
They can never prove I had that stole o
I ain't never gave a fuck about bolo
Know that I got a Mexican shooter just like Cholo
Once it hit dawn then I go call up Kilo
We send the blitz through the Telegram
I done told nigga beef with them
I'm a old man with no helping hand
I was nigga shit how I catch my mans
Get it by myself yeah I was breast-fed
I got due dates just like a old head
It's a band whatever you wanna call it got a fifty in the drum
Bust it to the god damn [?] like a air force one
These nigga never talkin 'bout none
I ain't going I'm trusting this gun
I whack yo ass fell in love with hun done
Nine millimeter hit his ass in the stomach
I pull the drake out and I got them boys running from us
Nigga came from nothing made a wave just like Harriet Tubman
That nigga ain't on shit get a plunger
Yo bitch gon' go who don't love money
I'm 'a do that job give a fuck if it's sunny
Find him whack him and catch him we do that boy bad
Look at the size of the clip it's a whole thirty mag
Feel good that one day I walk out of court and I wag
Babylife Spaz love gun play nigga I'm on his ass
Did that boy bad I don't feel bad
Every time that I go to the bank nigga I just laugh
Y'all nigga broke
Y'all nigga broke
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Yo bitch gon' go who don't love money
We ain't worried 'bout nobody we got sticks when we walk out
Man shit get wicked I psych out
Talking 'bout that Ra Ra he pipe down
Y'all nigga get gunned down
And they know I got a vampire around
And they know I spray a whole hundred round
And I hit that boy with a four pound
I had a pound of weight with like four pounds
Play with the mob in the wrong town
It's whatever
Think I'm gon' catch my mans whatever
I had to pop out with this little ass Glock today but tomorrow I'll do better
Play with the mob pluck him like a feather
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Yo bitch gon' go who don't love money?
Yeah
Yeah vampire
Dead Fly
We ain't worried 'bout nobody we got sticks when we walk out
We ain't worried 'bout nobody we got sticks when we walk out
Man shit get wicked I psych out
Talking 'bout that Ra Ra he pipe down
Y'all nigga get gunned down
And they know I got a vampire around
And they know I spray a whole hundred round
And I hit that boy with a four pound
I had a pound of weight with like four pounds
Play with the mob in the wrong town
It's whatever
Think I'm gon' catch my mans whatever
I had to pop out with this little ass Glock today but tomorrow I'll do better
Play with the mob pluck him like a feather
Coming in with that hunnid round
Whoa told me that he love dem gun sounds
If they play with us I take then X em out
And they locked my brother in that dog pound
If he play with us he get black rosed
Everybody know that she a known hoe
They can never prove I had that stole o
I ain't never gave a fuck about bolo
Know that I got a Mexican shooter just like Cholo
Once it hit dawn then I go call up Kilo
We send the blitz through the Telegram
I done told nigga beef with them
I'm a old man with no helping hand
I was nigga shit how I catch my mans
Get it by myself yeah I was breast-fed
I got due dates just like a old head
It's a band whatever you wanna call it got a fifty in the drum
Bust it to the god damn [?] like a air force one
These nigga never talkin 'bout none
I ain't going I'm trusting this gun
I whack yo ass fell in love with hun done
Nine millimeter hit his ass in the stomach
I pull the drake out and I got them boys running from us
Nigga came from nothing made a wave just like Harriet Tubman
That nigga ain't on shit get a plunger
Yo bitch gon' go who don't love money
I'm 'a do that job give a fuck if it's sunny
Find him whack him and catch him we do that boy bad
Look at the size of the clip it's a whole thirty mag
Feel good that one day I walk out of court and I wag
Babylife Spaz love gun play nigga I'm on his ass
Did that boy bad I don't feel bad
Every time that I go to the bank nigga I just laugh
Y'all nigga broke
Y'all nigga broke
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Yo bitch gon' go who don't love money
We ain't worried 'bout nobody we got sticks when we walk out
Man shit get wicked I psych out
Talking 'bout that Ra Ra he pipe down
Y'all nigga get gunned down
And they know I got a vampire around
And they know I spray a whole hundred round
And I hit that boy with a four pound
I had a pound of weight with like four pounds
Play with the mob in the wrong town
It's whatever
Think I'm gon' catch my mans whatever
I had to pop out with this little ass Glock today but tomorrow I'll do better
Play with the mob pluck him like a feather
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Who don't love money?
Yo bitch gon' go who don't love money?
