Money ties ft. Younglittle Lyrics

Low off

Count them 20's and them 50's and them honey's

Bringin' cookies in the blue face, honey

If you niggas ain't bout no money

I can't fuck with you, you buy me

Told my bitch to break that trig for some honeys

Cause you know we gotta keep on stunnin'

And you know I gotta keep my glizzy

In case these niggas try to take from me

I'm goin' in like a nigga with a curfew

Make a dollar, spend a dollar, show you what this work do

Break a bitch in a pot and show you what the turf do

Chevy runnin' hot, I got gas like bad food

Thick on my waist, chrome heavy like lug boots

Higher than a fuckin' jet, I don't need a parachute

I'm standin' outside, you a house nigga, tell the truth

Old ass stories, always talkin' bout you used to

Hop out now and I'm gettin' money, hoppin' out of coupes

Beatin' on my chest, guerrilla niggas shootin' at you too

Fancy like Iggy, had swag since pre-school

You a goody-goody, I done broke all the damn rules

All up in that bitch throat, got her wetter than the pool

Cooler than the water breeze, shinin' like I'm New Jules

I'm for real, no bitches like Eddie, we in slow

Trappin' on the faulty phone, still get it when it's slow

Countin' 20s and them 50s and them hunnids

Breakin' cookies in the blue face, hunnid

If you niggas ain't bout no money

I can't fuck with you, you buy me

Tell my bitch to break that trig for some hunnids

Cause you know we gotta keep on stunnin'

And you know I gotta keep my glizzy

Can't these niggas try to take from me

Countin' 20s and 50s and hunnids on the bitch

Smokin' cookies, strategizin', tryna get rich

Bitch, I'm still in the field, tryna move these zips

Tryna see a hunnid mil before I leave this bitch

All eyes on me like I'm Tupac

40 Cal stock clip in the new Glock

Wish a nigga would test me, tryna cock block

Tombstone, white flowers in the black box

On a mission, tryna get it, tryna get this chicken

You niggas slackin' on your Mac and slackin' on your pimpin'

Bitch, I'm scorin' like Jordan, scorin' like Pimpin'

Steph Curry with the 40, lil' you niggas drippin'

DMR on my shirt, that's why these niggas hurt

DMR on my shirt, that's why these niggas hurt

Your bitch all on my dick, goin' through her purse

Your bitch all on my dick, that's why you niggas hurt

Countin' 20s and them 50s and them hunnids

Breakin' cookies in the blue face, hunnid

If you niggas ain't bout no money

I can't fuck with you, you buy me

Tell my bitch to break that trig for some hunnids

Cause you know we gotta keep on stuntin'

And you know I gotta keep my glizzy

In case these niggas try to take from me