Lyrics Money - Z Rich

Money on my head I think they wanna see me lose
Shorty ain't no Virgin she be fuckin for the views
Boy you flexing with a band but I spent that on some shoes
Why you asking all these questions but this not a interview
Yea yea yea
Smoking on some booboo but you capping like its za
If we Smoke 3 blunts how the fuck we ain't get high
Really really bout it baby I'm the kinda guy
If you do decide to fuck with me then I can change your life
Blowing up my phone
Sipping on this Wokhardt
I'm going in my zone
Living like a popstar
She knowing what I'm on
Hotel is 5 stars
I feel like I'm at home
And I'm not even home
Money green and blue I promise I am not a racist
You can call me what you want but you could never call me basic
Blunt full of runts and I kinda wanna face it
If I mix it with tequila then I might not make it
I been doing math I feel like Einstein
Shorty kinda thick so I hit it from behind I
Put her straight to sleep like a night light
Smoking on this gas damn near fuckin up my eyesight
Damn
Aye
But that shit don't even matter
I been really coming up like I was climbing on a ladder
My checks is looking bigger while my haters looking madder
And this life shit been a gamble like I'm living in Nevada

They been texting me like where you been at
Wait until you get down to see where all yo real friends at
We was down bad smoking 10 sacks
Broski need to hold 200 I'm gone send that
We Gone
This ain't auto zone but I'm really in my zone
Saint Laurent my cologne
Now she can't leave me alone
She gone gimme dome
But I told her later on
If she asking what we on
Ima tell her that we grown
Money on my head I think they wanna see me lose
Shorty not that innocent she fucking for the views