Lyrics Money - GEOXwill

What are you looking at?
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You need people like me
You need people like me
So you can point your fucking fingers
And say that's the bad guy

I came to make money
I came to make money
I didn't come to make new friends
I came to make money
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch

I came to make money
I came to make money
I didn't come to make new friends
Nigga I came to make money
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch

I count 100 up in cash
I won't take it to the bank bank bank
I'ma add it to the stash
Put my city on the map map map
I done fucked so many hoes
This shit make a nigga brag brag brag
I done used so many flows
This shit is getting me the bag bag bag

I keep the peace Mandela
Playing my tracks like neera
They're playing my tracks like neera
Neera neera neera
All your mamas gonna be thirsty
Said she's yours but trust me
She don't wann roll with you nigga
She'd rather roll with the crew
Nigga 'cause we

We came to make money
We came to make money
We didn't come to make new friends
We came to make money
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch

We came to make money
We came to make money
We didn't come to make new friends
Nigga I came to make money
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch
Oh man you better hide your bitch

I'll see you on the highway to hell
All this fucking blasphemy
Hypocrisy prevails
Maybe envy preacher man he's making so much dough
Maybe envy pornostar
She's making so much more
Like how the fuck she get away with it
But well she did and he did
She's working class for sure
'cause she lives for this
He's working class for sure
'cause he lives for this
And man to be honest we all got bills on bills
And bills on bills
The irony of the fact that it costs me to live
So much time invested in what you think you wanna be
But bitch hell nah
It was forced on me
But I move regardless
Complain, no bitch
I take the hits and not say shit
'cause ignorance is bliss and they don't know shit
Amma let them learn on their motherfucking own
Because I wake I work I eat I sleep
I wake I work I eat I sleep
Repeat repeat repeat repeat
I gotta make this money
That's the only thing I need
Nigga I wake I work I eat I sleep
I wake I work I eat I sleep
Nigga repeat repeat repeat repeat
I gotta make this money
That's the only thing I need

I came to make money and not new friends
I came to make money and not new friends
I came to make money not new friends

So hide your bitch
Hide your bitch
I said hide your bitch
Hide your bitch
Hide that bitch
Hide your bitch