Money Well Spent Lyrics

I mean, I walk to the money, you know what I'm saying, money my wife, I mean time is money

Money on my phone, that mean I talk to the money

Money on my chain, that mean the money hang with me

Money on my head, that mean money on my mind

Shades, that mean I see the money, yo

Mafia, everything's mafia

The way we move, the way we handle shit is mafia

Frank Sinatra is giving the opera

Blowing money fast, the cars come with many options

Farming V's, the big body's obnoxious

No keys, push start when we driving this

Born son of the life, it's something we live for

My life's a movie, it's something people are killed for

Living life on the edge, I'm young and reckless

Money well spent, checking farmers off the checklist

Big stepper, big cheese, the wrist is on freeze

No receipts, now that's money well spent

Young fly, always been a paid nigga

Mafia flow, swung in, made me the main nigga

From the jungle, the streets made me to a made nigga

From the jungle, the streets is where I remain

Big checks, day one, I've been flexing

Blowing money fast, I feel like Mika's intersection

Big drip designer, I put that shit on

Gucci product designer, garments be on deck

Living life in the fast lane's a rich flex

Bad bitches stay on me, that's rich sex

Truly the God, all real, nothing's up for sale

You gotta see it to believe, another day in the life

Drop sixes, Lambo's, and fly bitches

Blowing money fast, I'm spinning it while I'm getting it

My life's a movie, trust me, I'm really living it

Been balling the baddies, I gotta spoil em

Only one life, so I live it up, I can't get enough

Money is the motive, the only thing that's emotion

Only one life, so I live it up, I can't get enough

Money is the motive, the only thing that's emotion

How y'all feeling, you know what I'm saying, chilling

Trying to get like a piece of you, yeah

How y'all cooling, man

I ain't going big, you know what I'm saying

Girl, hit me up

Oh yeah, the money calling too

Yeah, the money calling, stay bang

What that mean on the phone

Shit, that mean that I talk to the money, yeah

Yeah, on the tweeters, that mean my money sound good, yeah

Yeah, yeah, on the tweeters, I know them bitches a lot

That mean my money sound good

Look them bitches up there, I'll count em

Living life on the edge, I'm young and reckless

Money well spent, check the foreman's check list

Big stepper, big cheese, the wrist is on freeze

No receipts, now that's money well spent

Young fly, always been a paid nigga

Mafia flow swung in, made me the main nigga

From the jungle, the streets made me to a maid nigga

From the jungle, the streets is where I remain

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