The Money Sequel ft. Donny G Lyrics

I came through zipping & zipping

It goes down

He came through the drip & then emptied the whole round

These niggas tried to son me, they're still my next of kin

Cuz bitch I'm where it started, where it's all gone end

Gimme the loot

Niggas ain't scared to shoot

You think you bulletproof

I got the proof

My niggas'll burn yo ass there is no residue

Now who are you

You are a lie muthafucka

Ken, I've been the truth

Got the juice

& the secret sauce I cannot share with youuuu

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

Get the money

The money

The money

The money

Get that money

Flip the money

Stack those bricks

& get those hunnids

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

Get the money

The money

The money

The money

Stack that money

Flip that money

YO

I ain't DJ Envy I will actually put you in ya place

The only Benji I fuck with's a little blue in the face

He hooked now, hood nigga but he stay around white

So I revoked his black card, he ain't allowed at the cookout (Amex)

(Oh they mad I'm on their ass)

(I want that shit like Mr. Krabs)

Said they shit sick, good thing Donny so medicinal

That green nigga raise the Saiyajin, bitch Piccolo

Ain't no help wanted I raised the gun higher

I'm waiting for my children to bloom I sunflowers

Man, these niggas are all cowards

It's hardwired

I told Kenneth that them bitches desperate

& deep down it ain't sitting right in their spirit

To know I'm raw like the City Girls & that's period

Fuck I look like going easy on those bitch ass whores

I'm numbah 1, you can even ask those kids next door

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

I'm lovely

I'm really comfy

& if you want it & I got it, come & take it from me

That nigga hate me, all his mutuals still love me

Been eating these niggas all year & I'm still hungry

My niggas down to go to war, they will kill for me

Have you sweating down the arm bitch you real musty

Ooooh

Get dumped in the ocean

I'm rich & yall broke &

Yall know I'm the best

But yall hate to speak on it

If there is a list you'll two if I'm on it

But what's understood never needs to be spoken

See, what about the situation don't you get boo?

You took the whole year off & no one missed you

Come, everybody gather around

Shhhhh don't make a sound

You tryna top me don't be mad when I buss in your mouf

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

Get the money

The money

The money

The money

Get that money

Flip the money

Stack those bricks

& get those hunnids

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

The money

Get the money

The money

The money

The money

Stack that money

Flip that money

Get them bricks

& stash it honey