"Money" lyrics
"Money"
My ho tryna spend all my money
My kids, they love to spend money
My homies, they fuck up the money
I think I'm in love with the money (I love you)
I be fallin' asleep with the money
I'm so nasty, I freak with the money
I'm a savage, I keep with the money (Freak)
I should've named my baby The Money (The Money)
My roommate, I stay with the money
When I'm lonely, I play with the money (Money)
Feel like Putin, my niggas be shootin'
Got a Russian AK with the money (Rraow)
I hit a lick with a Tommy gun, but I got away with the money (Go)
Every house got a safe full of money
On a jet with a bag full of hundreds
I'm startin' my day with the money (Go)
I'm flyin' away with the money (Fly)
On the way, got a play for the money
All gas, no brakes for that money, money
I got a date with the money (Money)
I make a play with the money (Money)
I got a play for the money (Money)
I'm ballin' like I play on Sundays
Shawty gon' fuck for the money (Fuck)
I'm the type to put dick in her stomach (Huh)
She the type to suck dick 'til she vomit (Ew)
On the flight on the way to Bahamas (Go)
I got a date with the money (Huh)
I make a play with the money (Huh)
I got a play for the money (Go)
I'm ballin' like I play on Sundays
Shawty gon' fuck for the money
I'm the type to put dick in her stomach (Huh)
She the type to suck dick 'til she vomit (Ew)
On the flight on the way to Bahamas
With her sister and her cousin and her mama (Mama)
She bad and you can't take it from her
Fuck her past, she get what she wanna (Wanna)
Kneepads, she need for the slumber (Party)
I was fuckin' this bitch who kept bringin' this bitch, but this bitch used to work at McDonald's (Gnarly)
Anything, she do for a dollar
But I can't be a permanent sponsor
In the club geeked up and I'm lit (Geeked)
My shades, they dark as a bitch
Don't ask me what I'm lookin' at 'cause I'm tryna look for your bitch (Huh?)
I wasn't rich, I still was the shit
Ex-convict, I went legit
My OG like fifty-six
No cap, he still with the shit (No cap)
My dogs still got them bricks
My jits do got the switch (Rrah)
Might make you dig your own grave, then bury you in that ditch (Well, damn)
If the money ain't right and the Benz ain't right, you ain't talkin' 'bout Nathaniel (Nathan)
Shawty got his Charger Swiss cheesed right there on Candler (Well, damn)
Call me Guwop, call me Gucci, the richest in East Atlanta (Facts)
I just took the kids to school in a Phantom (Phantom)
The jewelry make you cool, but the money makes you handsome (Money)
My chart just got arrested, they took my top for ransom (Wow)
I got a date with the money (It's Gucci)
I make a play with the money (It's Gucci)
I got a play for the money (Go)
I'm ballin' like I play on Sundays (Go)
Shawty gon' fuck for the money (Fuck me)
I'm the type to put dick in her stomach (Suck me)
She the type to suck dick 'til she vomit (Go)
On the flight on the way to Bahamas (Go)
I got a date with the money (Huh)
I make a play with the money (Huh)
I got a play for the money (Go)
I'm ballin' like I play on Sundays (Well, damn)
Shawty gon' fuck for the money
I'm the type to put dick in her stomach (Huh?)
She the type to suck dick 'til she vomit (Ew)
On the flight on the way to Bahamas (Huh)
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Kevin Andre Price, Jaucquez Lowe, Shane Lindstrom, Darryl Clemons Jr.
- AZLyrics
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- Gucci Mane Lyrics
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