"Money Hungry" lyrics

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Brrt, blatt (Hey, hey)
Blatt, boop-boop, blatt (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Huh, mud on my kicks (Ooh), blood in my mouth (Ooh)
Had to fly the coupe, birds, let 'em out (Brr, brr)
Why she stalkin' me? Why she film my house? (Yeah, yeah)
Jeans Japanese, shoes I can't even pronounce (Yeah)
Make it clap for me, she throwin' ass on the couch, huh
Money hungry, so I put the blues in my mouth

Hit the gas on the rocket ship, out of bounds
Profitin' on my name, this wood full, Mary Jane, huh
Hit the gas plug up, "I need new strains", huh
I ain't givin' mine up, yeah, ain't no game
Showin' you more, huh, she want the old thing, that's not me anymore, huh
Smoke the pain away, how I deal with the boredom
Said her friends want it, yeah, she tryna get that foursome
The jeans with the [?] (Ooh-woah)

Brrt, blatt (Hey, hey)
Blatt, boop-boop, blatt (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Huh, mud on my kicks (Ooh), blood in my mouth (Ooh)
Had to fly the coupe, birds, let 'em out (Brr, brr)
Why she stalkin' me? Why she film my house? (Yeah, yeah)
Jeans Japanese, shoes I can't even pronounce (Yeah)
Make it clap for me, she throwin' ass on the couch, huh
Money hungry, so I put the blues in my mouth

I, oh, I, oh
I, oh, I feel my high, uh, gettin' too fried, huh
I can't even tell where you at, shine the light, huh
Said some shit I can't go back on, my appetite, huh
"Pretti, yeah, your music so cracked"
Huh, do what you want, nigga, fuck the backlash (Back)
Bitch givin' head in the back of the 'Cat
I can't ungrip the ho, I never lack

Brrt, blatt (Huh, never, never lack)
Blatt, boop-boop, blatt (Know it never last)
Mud on my kicks (Ooh), blood in my mouth (Ooh)
Had to fly the coupe, birds, let 'em out (Brr, brr)
Why she stalkin' me? Huh, Why she film my house? Huh (Yeah, yeah)
Jeans Japanese, shoes I can't even pronounce, huh (Yeah)
Make it clap for me, she throwin' ass on the couch, huh
Money hungry, so I put the blues in my mouth