Money Lyrics

Ouuu. This shit make me wanna diddy bop

Or I might just hit my milly rock

They be like, L.E. show me watchu got

Nahh I really be having fun with this shit tho

On dawgs

Letsss get it

Jumpin off the porch

I ain't got no sweater

If I'm out here chasing chicken

How imma fuck up this chedda?

Heard they let Sean home

That's a shoutout to my brother

Any weather

You know how I'm coming

Be down for whatever

Jumpin off the porch

I ain't got no sweater

If I'm out here chasing chicken

How imma fuck up this chedda?

Ya nigga wanna fuck with me

Cause I'm a go getta

Shit get so wetter

Ask around, you shoulda known betta

Pulling up in suttin all black look like a funeral

Quartz hangin off my neck

I fuck with minerals

I had stepped down

But I'm back from my crown

I'm ready to shake some shit down

If you still feeling me

I'm feeling you too

If you ain't nevva heard of me?

Go watch my shit on YouTube

Sometimes the shit I write so tight

Might have to get you some lube

Greedy bitch I go for mine

I hope you watching ya food

Just might do my schmoney dance

Cause I'm in a good mood (Uh huh)

Now some might say I fell off

But if you check my bank account

Ya girl is doing well off

I'm all about the Benjamin's

Like Cleo in Set it Off

My life is like a movie

I might go write a tell it all

And I ain't talking bout super head

Unless we talking bout how I perform when I'm in the bed

Went down on ya nigga

Now he laying there playing dead

Told him get the fuck up

Cause I gotta go get this bread

Jumpin off the porch

I ain't got no sweater

If I'm out here chasing chicken

How imma fuck up this chedda?

Heard they let Sean home

That's a shoutout to my brother

Any weather

You know how I'm coming

Be down for whatever

Jumpin off the porch

I ain't got no sweater

If I'm out here chasing chicken

How imma fuck up this chedda?

Ya nigga wanna fuck with me

Cause I'm a go getta

Shit get so wetter

Ask around

Pandemic had my pockets fatter than the nigga PacMan

It's a shame I ain't buy a mobile (Car)

That's word to Bat Man

Every week I was in CVS buying rubber bands

Stacking hundreds with the rubber

Now I got couple bands

See a lotta y'all be out here tryna keep up with the Jones

I ain't stressing no designer

I still got my old iPhone

Don't think I can't buy it

I rather spend my money overseas

Fukkin on the balcony at the Hyatt

And you know life ain't what it seems

Alotta y'all be living way above y'all means

Like who woulda thought coke woulda been in

Nahh I ain't trying that shit

Ain't tryna fit in

Y'all be going out sad, shits a mess

How you got the right answers

But you still fail the test

See imma speak my mind

Type to say it with my chest

Sometimes I got a lot to say

But not everything imma address (You see it)