Money Movement Lyrics

Im on a mission trynna get it

Forever thuggin

I keep my head up really high

For all my angels in the sky

Nigga

Paper chasin' nigga

It's all about the money

Huh, uh bag full of money

Yeah

Bag full of money

I'm goin' up, I'm doin' shit, I'm gettin' chunky

I'm fuckin' bitches, then I'll pass them, I don't love them, uh

I Can never trust them, uh

I'm tryin' to double up, it's time to fuck the summer up

City full of hate, huh

I'm on the money route, every day I'm gettin' cake, huh

I stay out the way

I can trust me not a soul they be tryin' to take my place

Got no time for that fake love, so get the fuck up out my face

Im bout my bread, nigga

The type of nigga to keep it real with you

How you fake and then turn real, you gotta pick and choose

They was sleepin' on me for a minute, I don't know why they snooze

I'm on my way up to the top, they gotta raise the roof

This that presidential feelin', 2020, clear vision

I love my angels, every day I tell them that I miss them

Look me in my eyes and tell me what you seeing

I don't got beef, cause when I do, I turn them niggas vegan

Chains swanging type of season

Blicked up, that's for the defense

I don't even care about no fame, I'm tryin' to care people

And if you don't got it, then I don't got it, fuck it, let's make it even

Cause that's the type of nigga I am, too always make shit equal

I'm goin' through shit in my head, I ask myself why im the one

Wish I can give up on this rappin shit, but I'm tryin' to get shit done

I tell my mama, ain't no leavin', I'm forever your only son

Im really Icier then a bitch, I turned them struggles into sun

I'm goin' through shit in my head, I ask myself why im the one

Wish I can give up on this rappin shit, but I'm tryin' to get shit done

I tell my mama, ain't no leavin', I'm forever your only son

Im really Icier then a bitch, I turned them struggles into sun

I turn them struggles into sun, huh

I love my niggas that's for for life

There ain't no stopping till it's done, huh

We fucking bitches, fuck is love?

Im countin crips but still be bummin, im thugging out like ima thug, huh

Bag full of money

I'm goin' up, I'm doin' shit, I'm gettin' chunky

I'm fuckin' bitches, then I'll pass them, I don't love them, uh

I Can never trust them, uh

I'm tryin' to double up, it's time to fuck the summer up

City full of hate, huh

I'm on the money route, every day I'm gettin' cake, huh

I stay out the way

I can trust me not a soul they be tryin' to take my place

Got no time for that fake love, so get the fuck up out my face