"Money Not Enough" lyrics
(feat. Rio Da Yung OG, RMC Mike)
[RMC Mike:]
Hmm
It ain't bout the money, it's about the principle, you dig?
Rubber band a hunnid, stack it to the ceiling, do it big
Is you fuckin', or you not? Cause ain't no chilling at my crib
Used to drive a hoopty, now a nigga pullin' up new Benz
This bitch got the bloody guts, it cost a hundred bucks
Manipulate me with your love, money not enough
They dropped that lo' at where they'd be, we went and shot it up
My whole fam looking up at me, I went and got it up
Bottega jacket off the Ricky pants, and the Prada jumps
And I take a nigga pape like "what you got for lunch?"
All I ever did was told yo ass the truth, cause I don't lie that much
I always want to be the dope man, but didn't buy that much
You can't name not no nigga ever shot at us
We introduced that shit talking, now my pockets stuffed
With that blue cheese
We the goats at talkin' shit, we need a new ring
We been stepping on shit lately, but our shoes clean
I used to try to catch a [?] he want hoop dreams
My uncle caught a body with Balenci' shoe strings
Bitch my favorite gun a Gen 3 23
That's a .40 cal
[Tay B:]
I fucked a bitch and changed my number, I did shorty bad
Ain't got no belt on, but the blicky help me hold my pants up
Shit my bitch fucked up, I fucked her friends and put her friends up
Nigga watch on freezing, I ain't gotta put my hands up
Shit yo' bitch a whore, I got marble on my floor
Plain jane cost sixty, you ain't know that cause you poor
Got bricks touchin' down in different cities, they on tour
You owe him on some tough shit, he went to sleep in a morgue
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Woke up then went to sleep in Dior
Went to sleep by myself, but I woke up with a dirty whore
I ain't going to her crib, she got dirty floors
I'm charging three hundred a line, but I got the pint for 34
Last month I drunk ten pints of Qua', could go for thirty more
I just know we won the game, I never heard the score
I never seen the score
I knew bro was a smacker cause I seen him score
Fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the fuckin' backboard
I got a lot of money, I just act poor
I'm really having fun, but I act bored
Before I drunk Wock, I used to act poor
Nigga I poured SNAP
I ain't get this gun from [?], but this a chrome Glock
Need some Chrome socks
I paid two bucks for 'em
In a 580 coupe, I paid a buck for it
The lamb I paid two bucks for it
The elay paid a buck for
The crib was a million dollars, add me up boy
Forgot about the earrings, they was 204
Then I bought a ring for ninety, then I lost the motherfucker somewhere on the floor
Then I bought a white Rollie and I bought a rose one
Then I had to go
Buy my hoe something
She got three watches
How the fuck did he survive? We hit the nigga car with three choppas
Hmm
It ain't bout the money, it's about the principle, you dig?
Rubber band a hunnid, stack it to the ceiling, do it big
Is you fuckin', or you not? Cause ain't no chilling at my crib
Used to drive a hoopty, now a nigga pullin' up new Benz
This bitch got the bloody guts, it cost a hundred bucks
Manipulate me with your love, money not enough
They dropped that lo' at where they'd be, we went and shot it up
My whole fam looking up at me, I went and got it up
Bottega jacket off the Ricky pants, and the Prada jumps
And I take a nigga pape like "what you got for lunch?"
All I ever did was told yo ass the truth, cause I don't lie that much
I always want to be the dope man, but didn't buy that much
You can't name not no nigga ever shot at us
We introduced that shit talking, now my pockets stuffed
With that blue cheese
We the goats at talkin' shit, we need a new ring
We been stepping on shit lately, but our shoes clean
I used to try to catch a [?] he want hoop dreams
My uncle caught a body with Balenci' shoe strings
Bitch my favorite gun a Gen 3 23
That's a .40 cal
[Tay B:]
I fucked a bitch and changed my number, I did shorty bad
Ain't got no belt on, but the blicky help me hold my pants up
Shit my bitch fucked up, I fucked her friends and put her friends up
Nigga watch on freezing, I ain't gotta put my hands up
Shit yo' bitch a whore, I got marble on my floor
Plain jane cost sixty, you ain't know that cause you poor
Got bricks touchin' down in different cities, they on tour
You owe him on some tough shit, he went to sleep in a morgue
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Woke up then went to sleep in Dior
Went to sleep by myself, but I woke up with a dirty whore
I ain't going to her crib, she got dirty floors
I'm charging three hundred a line, but I got the pint for 34
Last month I drunk ten pints of Qua', could go for thirty more
I just know we won the game, I never heard the score
I never seen the score
I knew bro was a smacker cause I seen him score
Fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the fuckin' backboard
I got a lot of money, I just act poor
I'm really having fun, but I act bored
Before I drunk Wock, I used to act poor
Nigga I poured SNAP
I ain't get this gun from [?], but this a chrome Glock
Need some Chrome socks
I paid two bucks for 'em
In a 580 coupe, I paid a buck for it
The lamb I paid two bucks for it
The elay paid a buck for
The crib was a million dollars, add me up boy
Forgot about the earrings, they was 204
Then I bought a ring for ninety, then I lost the motherfucker somewhere on the floor
Then I bought a white Rollie and I bought a rose one
Then I had to go
Buy my hoe something
She got three watches
How the fuck did he survive? We hit the nigga car with three choppas
