Текст песни Money Battry (feat. MaseMansion & Jobarr) - Jodeci Santana

"XAY"

Fye, I want fye
I want fye bitch
I want fye bitch
Turn a bih' right on
I be cool with that
Touching ass and that
I come in swerving in my Bat
Yeah, yeah, all black
We going back to back to back
I'm back there yeah
I'm fucking her
I'm pulling out her tracks
Money counter fuck that shit, we counting all these racks

Cha-ching, Guap
Bands, (Bitch) Racks, Cake, Money
Aye, Aye, Aye
Racks, Cake (Bands on me)
I got racks on me, I got racks on me
Yuh, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Bitch

Yeat be talking about his money twerk and my money be having a orgy
Now that I'm finger fucking all these bands
A bitch she thinking she know me (she know me)
Told me she love me
I told her shut up she saying that shit cus she lonely (bitch)
I fell in love with the Hillary Banks
The money be getting her horny
I fell in love with a bad bitch
And she look kind of Alexa Demi
Keep it a hundred you a pretty penny
I could have a hundred of you
Shit, I could have the bitch and her bestie
Nigga don't test me
I might just teach her a lesson
I got her down on her knees and she praying some
Yeah I told her shawty to follow her blessings
Aye, she said I'm too moody
Trying to put it on my face
Beat a bad bitch from the back, let's go
If she act out I put that lil hoe in her place
Two hoes right beside me
Faith and Karma be my bae
Three hoes on me
Loyalty, Luxary and Lots of cake

Put seven grams in my wood like I'm Kevin Durant
I don't care if my lil hoe a snake
I could buy her body
She tell me "just take it"
Finger fuck the bands then fuck on a mistress
I put the Wock in my drank
I been pissing out purple
Then pour up some more of that pink
Bitch I be high to the sky
I be faded off of that zaza, that stanky, that dank
I fuck on a bitch so good, I had went to the teller, and fucked on that bitch in the bank
Oh well
Before I go I tell her kiss and don't tell
Ah ha, niggas pussy
Said bitch I'm a vet I treat niggas like bullies
She said she a Virgo fuck her like a virgin
I say Imma pro fuck that hoe like a rookie
Said I beat down that hoe
Make her roll up my cookies
I put the "yeah" in her motherfucking dimples
Ha Ha Ha, this shit so simple
It's coming straight off of the mental
I finally built some momentum
Said I might pop that pussy nigga in his pimple
Bout that money forever
In love with them Benjamins
Baby I'm bout that money
In love with the money in love with the Benjamins
(Baby I'm bout that money In love with the)

I want fye
I want fye bitch
I want fye bitch
Turn a bih' right on
I be cool with that
Touching ass and that
I come in swerving in my Bat
Yeah, yeah, all black
We going back to back to back
I'm back there yeah
I'm fucking her
I'm pulling out her tracks
Money counter, fuck that shit
We counting all these racks (bitch)