Lyrics Money - Jbacc

I fell in love with money fell in love with money i fell in love with money
It make me feel good i was down bad nigga i was bummy
That's why i flex, young n get to check
Don't cross the line, cause its a gun line next move could be death
My shooters gone blast
Run up a bag
Stay motivated get off ya a, i'm a just thumb thru this cash
Money make me feel good so i laugh
My b look good she bad
Show her off man look at her a
New shark on land s fast
I got some hittas on go
Moving fast had to pour me a fo
Dripping sauce gotta mop up the floor
My nthey so loco
Yall n ain't real they told, that case is sealed shit closed
N couldn't even keep they mouth closed yall n straight b straight hoes
I be on the block with the gloc
Moving hella rocks ducking cops
Feds tried to run us out the spot
Lil bros stay making shit hot
Leprechaun for that gold need a pot
Percs for the pain i forgot
I got insane for my block
I keep a big bank roll
Keep a knot
Im'a keep on going cant stop i want a
Patek just to bust down my watch
I want a mansion to say its my spot
I want that bag give my craft all i got

Keep climbing im'a make it to the top

You mad you sick get off cock my s gone bang you flopped
I got the game on lock

I fell in love with money fell in love with money i fell in love with money
It make me feel good i was down bad nigga i was bummy
That's why i flex, young n get to check
Don't cross the line, cause its a gun line next move could be death