Текст песни My Money - Henry L , Jayy Dogg

Cash register filled up so I don't know what to do
Spent a couple hundred dollars on some old grandma's shoes
They be telling me that I'm wasting my dough, I refuse
To be listening to them 'cause I got loads left to use
On some pizza boxes, eating sausages, I'm in Italy
Cops wanna finish me, honest, you kidding me?
Glock's in my skinny jeans
Offa the ketamine
Not a simp but these bots in my comments are riddling
Wanting my industry fame but they are lame
Now I ain't saying that they gold diggers
But they ain't wanting less than fo' figures
Now I got money to pay tax, I slay tracks
And they know that Jayy packs the heat in the Maybach
I make stacks, make racks, cake stacks
Higher than the ceiling
Way too tired to get sensitive
Aspire for rich living
And I'm trying to get intimate with intuition
'Bout my riches, picking lemons
From the trees that life was trying to gimme
Now I'm highest in the building

My money
Don't slow
Get money
Get dough
My money
Don't slow
I could never
Be broke
My money
Don't slow
Get money
Get dough
My money
Don't slow
I could never
Be broke

I don't do no drugs but I'm addicted to the green
Feel like Mr. Krabs if was he on the land and not the sea
But I got houses on the beach in case I'm throwing a party
My teeth are like smarties and by the way, my drip is Armani
Yeah
I'm in the club
Throwing some bills
This what I was made to do
Getting the cash
This is for real
And we got amazing loot
Basically I'm 'bout to go and flex on all these children
'Cause they simping, meanwhile I'm just getting rich offa investments
Driving Teslas

My money
Don't slow
Get money
Get dough
My money
Don't slow
I could never
Be broke
My money
Don't slow
Get money
Get dough
My money
Don't slow
I could never
Be broke