Lyrics Money Galore - Meek Mill

I'm getting mines you could get yours
Got so much money that its coming out my pores
I'm hood rich, but got to have more
I want to make it rain money galore
Got money, got money galore
Got a milli, want a million more
Got money, got money galore
Got a milli, want a million more
Pockets looking like they was fighting Mike Tyson
Ya I get that cake without the icing
Breitling, [?] in the bezel looking like a piece of lightning
I catch your shorty eye I like oh I think she like it
Puffing on that herbal color Minnesota Viking
Higher than the flight get, flyer than the pilot
I can make those bitches do what I say like Simon
Probably on an island shining like a diamond
Ball like AI, the bitches like I'm [?]
You catch me out in Hollywood with K.Dot
Ain't I fresher than I've ever been
Clean like it ain't no evidence
Soon as we step in the door we make that money hit the floor
I'm like first things first, I'm all about paper
Now you can call me K or Mr. cribgotacres
Will Smith numbers you ain't even making Jadas
Better yet Jay, little nigga stop playing
Swag like Jay I got a bop like Diddy
Money like 50 but I'm spending big Willies
When I go hard I make you dudes look silly
I got a mansion in LA when I don't want to be in Philly
You dudes look lame so I can see the hating
I'm usually overseas hit the states for vacation
Hot like blazing
And while you dudes got a pocket of cash
I got a credit card that could buy your block and a half
I'm getting money but it ain't from this rap shit
When I walk into my closet I do backflips
My girl like Gucci, Louis, and that Mac shit
So if I ain't getting paper she can't have shit
I take her to the store she like it she can grab it
"That's 25 Critty" fuck it I got plastic
Get what you want, I only spend that on a bad bitch
Treat me like a king cause she ain't ever had shit
Its pretty city let me get back to this cash shit
Pound of dro its wrapped up in the plastic
I'm in the V-twizzy see the cops I gas it
But I'm Frank Lucas got the shit up in the casket