RWM Lyrics

Money money money 

Money money 

Money money money 

Money money money

Money money 

Money money money 

Say 

He want a freak bitch 

But I need a hood nigga 

Bands on him 

Want this here for life 

I told him baby I ain't plan on it 

Give that nigga pussy 

He be snitching

Take the stand on it

Talking like a bitch 

And then you wonder why your man want it 

Real bitches ride

With the top back

Let him give me brain 

Then I tell him I can't top that

You a broke boy

I can't make the pussy talk back

You got broke dick 

Ride with me 

You got to walk back 

Yeah 

He know I'm different from the bitches he be dealing with

Block that nigga number

And his socials

I ain't feeling it 

Let his friends watch 

Cause I know they dream

Of hitting it 

Snap back to reality my nigga 

You ain't getting it 

I'm a south side bitch outside

Got they mouth wide 

When I ride by 

Pretty bitch 

Doing silly shit 

I'm a Big Mac 

And you a small fry 

Big Kwa

With the good ZA

Like hood niggas 

With the top off 

Don't flex I don't stress

I'll leave that nigga 

Like a drop off 

For real 

Why would I care how you feel? 

If you ain't paying my bills?

I'm just saying 

Why would I care where you staying?

If you ain't really my man 

I do real shit 

I get real lit watching my page 

But she ain't my bitch 

Tell her first off bitch 

Mind your business 

Hoes my son 

But they ain't my children 

What competition? 

What they be talking about? 

How can I listen? 

Put him on game with a vibe 

He addicted 

He think I'm sweet 

He don't know I'm a menace 

Itty bitty bitches 

Want to slide up in my mentions 

In your city 

Looking every bit of pretty 

Did I mention

I like bad bitches

With they ass out

Doing handstands

Real niggas bring the trap out 

Rubber band man 

Box Chevys sit on twenty-twos

Cause they can can 

Hood shit bring it to your block 

Like a mailman 

Real bitches ride

With the top back 

Let him give me brain 

Then I tell him I can't top that

You a broke boy

I can't make the pussy talk back 

You got broke dick 

Ride with me 

You got to walk back 

Yeah 

He know I'm different from the bitches he be dealing with 

Block that nigga number 

And his socials 

I ain't feeling it 

Think before you start some shit with me 

Cause I'ma finish it 

He just keep on spending all his money 

He ain't hitting it   

I'm a south side bitch 

Outside 

Got they mouth wide 

When I ride by pretty bitch 

Doing silly shit 

I'm a Big Mac 

And you a small fry 

Big Kwa

With the good ZA

Like hood niggas 

With the top off 

Don't flex 

I don't stress

I'll leave that nigga 

Like a drop off 

For real 

For real   

For real