Screamin' Out, Money Ain't A Thang Lyrics

She want to lick like Ben & Jerry, that's my type

Illmatic, I spit in it, that's one mic

She trying to dribble the ball, she think she like Mike

Little baby, she scrimming this the play off

Hitting all the bases like it's baseball

I jack, I rob, I sin, shit, ah I shit

Take it easy, believe me, believe me

Chanel bag, her bag of choice, but she baggage

Doggy bag, she order the steak

High stakes, whatever it takes

Don't fold, bet it all on me

Of course, match the hustle, we covering the Forbes

Of course, tip-toeing on marvelous floors

Yes, roof missing, you missing where you go bae

Top down, screaming, money ain't a thang

But it's funny how all that shit change

Yeah, yeah, top down, screaming out money ain't a thang

But it's funny how all that shit change

Of course, I don't know what I'm missin', but you not here

All those puzzles and clues, I think I'm lost here

Likely hood of us making it, was top tier

Just get on top and ride me to the morn', bae

Resting all my problems to the mornin

Your breast is, that's morning that's breakfast is

Scratching & moaning, feel like an exodus

Say my name in tongue, yeah, you blessing it

You Evans, you testing my faith

I'm missing you, maybe too late

Side chick, remind me of Robin

Dark night, the city of Gotham

Windows down, the whip is impala

Fettuccine, the pussy like pasta

Savin' you was part of the problem

Don't worry about it, you know that I got you

Top down, screaming', money ain't a thang

But it's funny how all that shit change

Yeah, yeah, top down, screaming' out money ain't a thang

But it's funny how all that shit change, of course