"MoneyChanges" lyrics
$teven Cannon & Money Montage Lyrics
Money change a bitch but it ain't changing me
I'm popping out these sweats how 'bout the AMG
I probably woke up to what these niggas make in a week
Exotic soda, I sip it slow and it make me sleep, dummy
I got it out the mud, you got the EDD
Your shit don't really bust, it ain't no real VD, nope
Little nigga, the famous bitch, come lay with me
TSA it change the bag but ain't no eight on me
She swear that I'm the one, that's why she wet on me
I just picked up a box, that's why it's wet on me
How these niggas never knew me but they hate on me
I hit my guy, just spend a block 'cause motherfucker fake
Bitch I'm all about the Blue's Clues
Man, there's blood on my true blues, nigga
Gucci bag, I hold the forty, let a fool choose
Fuck the Feds bro, I'm making up some new bros
Fucking with these niggas like a dime a dozen
I could feel it when you coming out without your loving
Sweatpants, head tie with them jewels on
When you away you hit my phone, putting a new song
Why would I do you wrong?
Why would I lose it all?
Why would I do them things to make you move on?
I want it all
I want it all
I don't want a little bit, I want it all
I want it all
I don't want a little bit, I want it all
Know I might seem lit but I ain't finna fall
Might not get the head but I might get the draw, baby
Rolling with some paper, I'ma hit it raw
I know baby girl just say she want it all
Baby out your bag just like a bendy straw
I might have to buy this bitch a mini mall
Little by the little, I'ma get it all
I can give you little, why not give but all?
I got blood on my jewel blues
If it ain't 'bout the money then it's Blue's Clues
I'm thinking after fighting I'ma hit the mood
Why they broke this nigga, loudest in the room
Money change a bitch but it ain't changing me
I'm popping out these sweats how 'bout the AMG
I probably woke up to what these niggas make in a week
Exotic soda, I sip it slow and it make me sleep, dummy
I got it out the mud, you got the EDD
Your shit don't really bust, it ain't no real VD, nope
Little nigga, the famous bitch, come lay with me
TSA it change the bag but ain't no eight on me
I'm popping out these sweats how 'bout the AMG
I probably woke up to what these niggas make in a week
Exotic soda, I sip it slow and it make me sleep, dummy
I got it out the mud, you got the EDD
Your shit don't really bust, it ain't no real VD, nope
Little nigga, the famous bitch, come lay with me
TSA it change the bag but ain't no eight on me
She swear that I'm the one, that's why she wet on me
I just picked up a box, that's why it's wet on me
How these niggas never knew me but they hate on me
I hit my guy, just spend a block 'cause motherfucker fake
Bitch I'm all about the Blue's Clues
Man, there's blood on my true blues, nigga
Gucci bag, I hold the forty, let a fool choose
Fuck the Feds bro, I'm making up some new bros
Fucking with these niggas like a dime a dozen
I could feel it when you coming out without your loving
Sweatpants, head tie with them jewels on
When you away you hit my phone, putting a new song
Why would I do you wrong?
Why would I lose it all?
Why would I do them things to make you move on?
I want it all
I want it all
I don't want a little bit, I want it all
I want it all
I don't want a little bit, I want it all
Know I might seem lit but I ain't finna fall
Might not get the head but I might get the draw, baby
Rolling with some paper, I'ma hit it raw
I know baby girl just say she want it all
Baby out your bag just like a bendy straw
I might have to buy this bitch a mini mall
Little by the little, I'ma get it all
I can give you little, why not give but all?
I got blood on my jewel blues
If it ain't 'bout the money then it's Blue's Clues
I'm thinking after fighting I'ma hit the mood
Why they broke this nigga, loudest in the room
Money change a bitch but it ain't changing me
I'm popping out these sweats how 'bout the AMG
I probably woke up to what these niggas make in a week
Exotic soda, I sip it slow and it make me sleep, dummy
I got it out the mud, you got the EDD
Your shit don't really bust, it ain't no real VD, nope
Little nigga, the famous bitch, come lay with me
TSA it change the bag but ain't no eight on me
