"To The Money" lyrics
(feat. Lakeyah)
(Hold on, Primo, let me roll a 'Wood)
Sho’nuff
Huh, huh
Bitch, I—
(Primo Beats on the track)
Hold up, let me fives up my weed
Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve
Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed
Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat
Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool
I ain't mad, bitch, I’m bool, think they wanna see my moves
But I ain't showin' off no moves, bitch, I think I wanna see me get some money
Naw, big, bitch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen
Ah, ain't no kick it, I ain't friendly
Bitch, I ain't 'bout to do no dick suckin', I get busy
Tuh, get a brick, turn it to a run off my pimpin’
Cop a hundred thousand sittin’ on my neck without no pendants, nigga
I'll throw some Gators on like I’m Ric Flair
Rolex where? Bitch fuckin' with the blick shit
Hit a bitch I ain't supposed to, she got the big head
I was tryna give the ho my all, but the bitch ran
Cat
I'm too fucked up for that
Know she catchin’ what I'm puttin' down, I threw an underhand
She gotta be off more drugs than me, think we in Loverland
And I ain't throw to buy shit, but how to keep my hundreds in, uh
Hold up, let me fives up my weed
Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve
Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed
Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat
Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool
I ain't mad, bitch, I'm bool, think they wanna see my moves
But I ain't showin' off no moves, bitch, I think I wanna see me get some money
Naw, big, bitch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen (Ayy, ayy)
I think they wanna see me get some money, man (Get some money, man)
Nah, I think they wanna see me get in mode (Get in mode)
Ain't no stoppin', but this Cuban got me lookin' like I froze (Ice, ice)
I just get the head and put the nigga out, I come and go (I come and go)
I just pulled up fat shit, Range Rove
Heard my opps still a wack bitch, same old (Wack bitch)
Bust the face on the Patek rose gold (Uh)
Married to the bag, fuck hoes, Jim Jones, hold on
They like, "Lakeyah, they still sleepin' on you", really? (Really?)
Fuck him good and have your nigga bussin' like a semi (Uh)
He could be the perfect nigga, I'm still cheatin' like I'm Remi
Wanna see her get some money 'cause these bitches pinchin' pennies (Broke-ass bitch)
I ain't never met a bitch who could fuck with me
Big Key verses worth a mil', kit buck-fifty (On)
You and every ho you with know what's up with me (They do)
Two phones, but can't no broke nigga get in touch with me, uh
Hold up, let me fives up my weed
Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve
Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed
Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat
Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool
I ain't mad, bitch, I'm bool, think they wanna see my moves
But I ain't showin' off no moves, bitch, I think I wanna see me get some money
Naw, big, bitch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen
Sho’nuff
Huh, huh
Bitch, I—
(Primo Beats on the track)
Hold up, let me fives up my weed
Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve
Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed
Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat
Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool
I ain't mad, bitch, I’m bool, think they wanna see my moves
But I ain't showin' off no moves, bitch, I think I wanna see me get some money
Naw, big, bitch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen
Ah, ain't no kick it, I ain't friendly
Bitch, I ain't 'bout to do no dick suckin', I get busy
Tuh, get a brick, turn it to a run off my pimpin’
Cop a hundred thousand sittin’ on my neck without no pendants, nigga
I'll throw some Gators on like I’m Ric Flair
Rolex where? Bitch fuckin' with the blick shit
Hit a bitch I ain't supposed to, she got the big head
I was tryna give the ho my all, but the bitch ran
Cat
I'm too fucked up for that
Know she catchin’ what I'm puttin' down, I threw an underhand
She gotta be off more drugs than me, think we in Loverland
And I ain't throw to buy shit, but how to keep my hundreds in, uh
Hold up, let me fives up my weed
Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve
Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed
Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat
Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool
I ain't mad, bitch, I'm bool, think they wanna see my moves
But I ain't showin' off no moves, bitch, I think I wanna see me get some money
Naw, big, bitch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen (Ayy, ayy)
I think they wanna see me get some money, man (Get some money, man)
Nah, I think they wanna see me get in mode (Get in mode)
Ain't no stoppin', but this Cuban got me lookin' like I froze (Ice, ice)
I just get the head and put the nigga out, I come and go (I come and go)
I just pulled up fat shit, Range Rove
Heard my opps still a wack bitch, same old (Wack bitch)
Bust the face on the Patek rose gold (Uh)
Married to the bag, fuck hoes, Jim Jones, hold on
They like, "Lakeyah, they still sleepin' on you", really? (Really?)
Fuck him good and have your nigga bussin' like a semi (Uh)
He could be the perfect nigga, I'm still cheatin' like I'm Remi
Wanna see her get some money 'cause these bitches pinchin' pennies (Broke-ass bitch)
I ain't never met a bitch who could fuck with me
Big Key verses worth a mil', kit buck-fifty (On)
You and every ho you with know what's up with me (They do)
Two phones, but can't no broke nigga get in touch with me, uh
Hold up, let me fives up my weed
Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve
Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed
Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat
Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool
I ain't mad, bitch, I'm bool, think they wanna see my moves
But I ain't showin' off no moves, bitch, I think I wanna see me get some money
Naw, big, bitch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen
