Money Keep Coming In Lyrics

Yeah, we in the cut baby

Know how we doin it

Big Splash

Money keep coming in

Yeaah

Money keep coming in

I ain't been keeping count

Stacked up a lotta bands

Trapped up a hunnit miles

Dressed in the latest clothes

Fuck on a lotta hoes

Destined for the bag

Destined with my bros

I'm going off you know we gon get it

All of my brothers, they ballin they ready

All of my dawgs, they ballin they fitted

All of my brothers, they shoot and they get it

Shoot for the stars

We goin off

Ballin my nigga, I get it a lot

You really nasty, you really splashy, you super classy

You is a boss

Ain't never had a nigga like me,

That'll stand on my bread, I'll stand on my cheese

I'm one for my brother, I'd die for the team

I'm one for my brother, I ride for the team

I'll do anything that my mothers wants

Take care of my pops, I'm my fathers son

Two tone on his wrist when I'm growing up

Two tone on his wrist when I'm growing up

He told me Splashy

Go get the bag, forget bout the ass cheeks

Go get the money, and go get the tree

Go get the money, and go chase your dreams

Shoot for the stars, always go hard, never give in, you is a dawg

One for the family, one for my Grammy, putting in work, I always go hard

I'm going hard, drinks on the beach with you I'm going off, I'm tryna stack my blues

Said fuck the law, i'm tryna make a move

Let's hit the car, baby let's hit the moon

And we going off,

And we stacking paper baby

Yeah we going off

We stacking paper baby

And we going off

Drip in the latest baby

We going off

We stacking paper baby

Money keep coming in

I ain't been keeping count

Stacked up a lottta bands

Trapped up a hunnit miles

Dressed in the latest clothes

Fuck on a lotta hoes

Destined for the bag

Destined with my bros