Money ft. Bigg Vu Lyrics

Man you saying that shit again

Yo bro I'm tellin' you

When I get that money

Yeah

I'ma be livin' fuckin' large man

I'm gonna be livin' large

You have no idea

I don't believe you bro

I'm tellin' you

It's gon be lit

24 Fuckin' 7 man

Yeah

Tell Me

When I get that money

I spend it all on mad drugs

Plane tickets

And that fast love

I like the sound of

Livin' it up

Out on the East Coast

Takin' body shots

From models

On a private yacht

Might buy a penthouse

Or an island villa

Pay off my parents house

And start a line of tequila

Date an Insta ho

Who just wants that cold cash

To go get herself

Some new implants

I'm all about the hunnids

Just like P .Diddy

Bad boys taking over the city

I got the world in my left

My money in my other

Girls calling me Daddy

Cause I ain't using a rubber

I'll hang Picasso's on the wall

Tap ass in Montreal

Play an All Star game

Like I know shit bout basketball

I'll keep my cash

Stacked around the world

A few bills in Brazil

A cheeky mil in Ecuador

Livin' the high life

Sippin' on mai tais

Gettin' rowdy in a palace

With the Princess of Saudi

I'd only drive Lambos

Ferraris and Audis

And keep that shit waxed

Like the kid from karate

Fly kicks and gold chains

Diamonds and jet planes

I'm poppin' that champagne

Just like it's my birthday

I'ma make it rain

When I get up in the club say

I'ma make it rain

When I get that money

I spend it all on mad drugs

Plane tickets

And that fast love

I like the sound of

Money

I spend it all on mad drugs

Plane tickets

And that fast love

I like the sound of

Money money money money

Let's get the money

Money (Hey!)

Money money money money

Let's get the money

Money

When I get that money

I spend it all on mad drugs

Plane tickets

And that fast love

I like the sound of

Money

I spend it all on mad drugs

Plane tickets

And that fast love

I like the sound of

Money money money money

Let's get the money

Money (Hey!)

Money money money money

Let's get the money

When I get them dollars

There'll be no more livin' in squalor

I like the sound of

Flying in choppers

Out to the West Coast

Of Mexico

To spend a couple of pesos

Diving with sharks

Or opening a bar

Imported caviar

Everyday for lunch

I'd buy a big faced Rollie

Or maybe two for fun

Just to flex on these players

No need for guns

Cause I'm cut like a sabre

Always sharp as fuck

I'm talking cliche money

Like I belong on TV

Mr. Burns and Richie Rich

Ain't got shit on me

I'll be like Scrooge McDuck

And have my goddamn Nephews

Livin' it up

After I bite the dust

I'd have the clout and the drip

The girls in my whip

The ice on my wrist

My bills all on deck like

I'ma make it rain

In the club when she strips

Yeah

I'ma make it rain

When I get that money

I spend it all on mad drugs

Plane tickets

And that fast love

I like the sound of

Money

I spend it all on mad drugs

Plane tickets

And that fast love

I like the sound of

Money money money money

Let's get the money

Money (Hey!)

Money money money money

Let's get the money

Money

When I get that money

I spend it all on mad drugs

Plane tickets

And that fast love

I like the sound of

Money

I spend it all on mad drugs

Plane tickets

And that fast love

I like the sound of

Money money money money

Let's get the money

Money (Hey!)

Money money money money

Let's get the money

Money (Hey!)