Money Flow Lyrics

Yeah

Money

Bitch

Yeah

You don't practice what you preach

And it's funny 'cause you talk a lot

Attracted all the pigs doin' donuts in that parking lot

Boxing on the box I beat it up don't need a octagon

Bitches don't make money

If she don't fuck then I don't talk to her

Ask them people what's my name

I'm C MONEY bitch I'm popular

Mexican drinkin; on tequila fuck the vodka bruh

Ask me for a feature with no bread ok I'm blockin' ya

I don't got no friends I got brothers like the mafia

Ridin' in the lamb I could never be a sheep

The bullshits for the birds I won't even send a tweet

Instrumentals naw I fuck 'em up so lets call 'em beats

Got the Breads on my feet chasin' dough wearin' wheats

When I was younger all I ever wanted was a lil peace

But now I see the bigger picture and I'm tryna' get a piece

Of that motherfuckin' paper catch a milly won't be pleased

You make a hundred thousand and you freeze

A hundred billion when I ease

Told my pops that I'd be hot I didn't have to have degrees

Told you I don't fuck with rats even though I love the cheese

I just flew my Lil Baby out to California Breeze

You reap what you sew and life ain't what it seems

So I'm rippin' at the seams

Wide awake I live the dream wearing rings

Watches chains every motherfuckin' thing

That I could put on my body and

It wont turn me green money feign

Throw dirt on my name grow a lil tree

Wrap it up in some paper two puffs enough for me

She bustin' up her knees tryna make me pleased

Bust a nut and leave

You would beg to fuck she fuck for me

And she don't fuck for free

But I fucked for free

Was back when I let her fuck with me

You don't practice what you preach

And it's funny 'cause you talk a lot

Attracted all the pigs doin' donuts in that parking lot

Boxing on the box I beat it up don't need a octagon

Bitches don't make money

If she don't fuck then I don't talk to her