Money Fien Lyrics

All you do is talk about money That's all you do, well bitch, I need it

Yeah, I just been counting my money up, the drugs be coming in totes

The man we gon' get by the boat, The drugs can get anything that you need

Keep poppin' these shits, I think I need a spleen My mom said I'm addict, I got a disease

My piss super dirty, my fit super clean, Fraud keep hitting that shit money fiend

I aint sipping that shit, that red be looking pink

I just been makin' that money so much, I got issues

Send my lil' bullies all it take is a whistle , so Bitch, eat it up with a gristle

Pops I got expensive taste my pockets be thicker

The way I pop these drugs, you think I be sicker

Don't be trickin' for no bitch, I know I won't pick her

Bag keep goin up, its some like a missile

Bag keep goin up, its some like a missile

If he talkin' that ticket, yeah, yeah If he talkin' that ticket, I'll get it

When I wake up, all I'm thinkin' is flippin' Cant even count what I made of the midget

Yeah, can't even count what I spent on the sipping

Can't even count what I spent for the drippin'

Quarter ticket for shit that im picking, Quarter ticket for shit that im picking

The money just talk for itself woke up rich, I'ma cop me some belts

Money phone be ringin', up off the cell I'm thanking the bank cuz the came up with Zelle

Christian loubitan I'm bloody as hell, so much weed shit be lookin like bails

My mama scared, think I'm gonna jail But I be slick' my shit when I be makin' my money

Rockin' Armani , talkin' my shit out the pocket pop a Tesla pill, I go autopilot

But I can't forget the lil Roxy ' Back in that day hit them geebs out a socket

But now I be mixin' x up with the oxy Yeah, yeah, x with the oxy, x with the oxy

Out of my body, boy, I be floatin' Chain smokin' on that pack, we been tokin

He talkin' that money, but his money foldin' It's foldin

Bitch, I'ma geek off the x I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin

I'm rollin

Bag, bet it gon talk for itself, his pockets look skinny, I think he need help

The ticket ain't what it was yesterday My bitch be a snack, she from better maid

I don't rock vetamans, but I keep chrome by the heart

I be sippin' on drank, you be up at the bar,

I'm geeked, take a trip up with the stars

Can see in my future that I'm living large

The drugs can get anything that you need

Keep poppin' these shits, I think I need a spleen

My mom said I'm addict, I got a disease

My piss super dirty, my fit super clean, Fraud keep hitting that shit money fiend

I aint sipping that shit, that red be looking pink

I just been makin' that money so much, I got issues

Send my lil' bullies all it take is a whistle , so Bitch, eat it up with a gristle

Pops I got expensive taste my pockets be thicker

The way I pop these drugs, you think I be sicker

Don't be trickin' for no bitch, I know I won't pick her

Bag keep goin up, its some like a missile

Runway walking in the fashion, im up for three days like addy

Don't come round here flexing that patek, I spank on her ass im her daddy

Trap out the caddy that money a magnet

If I don't go get it I turn to a manic, script going empty bitch know im gonna panic

Bows still be wet leave them out like they tanning

The drugs can get anything that you need

Keep poppin' these shits, I think I need a spleen

My mom said I'm addict, I got a disease

My piss super dirty, my fit super clean, Fraud keep hitting that shit money fiend

I aint sipping that shit, that red be looking pink

I just been makin' that money so much, I got issues