Money

I'm doin' good now, you feel me? I'm doin' good now
Don't, don't just think like a nigga just dumb as fuck now
I ain't no dumbass nigga now
They can say whatever the fuck they wanna say, you feel me?
I go in there and drop this shit on the table
Had a teacher, principal, panic, gettin' wet
Make her wanna suck a young nigga dick, you hear me?
I ain't playin', I'm tellin' the truth

Ooh-wee, look what that money make a bitch do
Yeah, uh
You know I spend my money on my money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know I spend my money on my money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm like yo, what's up P? (What's up P?)
What be goin' on? (Yeah, yeah)
I'm like yo, what's up P? (Yeah)
What the fuck goin' on? (Yeah, yeah)
I see niggas mad mad 'cause money didn't make me, can't break me (Nah)
I might do a lot of shit, but never will be a hater (Nigga)
If you know 'bout me, I wake up and get paper (Get paper)

If you know 'bout me, my favorite is
Rollin' the flavor (Rollin' the flavor)
I be countin' different colors on you haters (On you haters)
Donna frames on, told 'em I'll see 'em later (I'll see you later)
Got they flame on, pull up with the blazers (With the blazers)
Niggas take somethin', ridin' 'round
With them takers (I'm ridin' with the)

Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah
You know I spend my money on my money, yeah

I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account

Nigga might flash it, nigga might blast it

I got shooters that crash it (That crash it)
Shooters on my side, like my gun on my side (It's on my side)
Nigga, I'm grindin', tryna go get it
I just want more millions (More millions)
Want more millions, more, more millions

Stack my shit to the ceilin' (To the ceilin')
Hundred fifty for a show, damn, I'm lookin'
Fly, ho (Damn, I'm lookin' fly, ho)
Damn, you niggas never know, dawg one hit wonder (Damn)
Nigga better put it on they mama
Nigga wanna be like me, no wonder (No wonder)
I got too much money, too much commas

Runnin' right through it, nigga, you under me (You under me)
Yeah, under my feet, I step on niggas and I step in Loubs (In Loubs)
And I rock around with fifties on me
Nothin' but blues (Nothin' but blues)
Niggas talkin' this and that, but nigga
Don't have no clue (He ain't have no clue)
What this money do, I'll make your bitch come through (I'm in there)

Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah

Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah

Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account

You know I spend my money on my money, yeah
You know I spend my money on my money