MONEY (REMIX) ft. Zxxno & Say Flaco Lyrics

(SageTheCreator)

Money money money money money money yeah that's it

Money money money money money money yeah that's it

Money money money money money money got the racks on me

Money money money money money money got the racks on me

Yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy

Yea she want me

Honey honey honey honey honey

Yea she calling

Put in on fast track mode

I'm speeding it up and

I'm Counting real fast

I'm chilling in Rasta mode

I'm popping these tags

I'm dripping on Travs

I'm balling like Sicko mode (what)

Shawty be calling and texting and tripping

I don't give a fuck no more (fuck)

Don't ever call no more

Shawty been snooping and tripping and and watching my snaps after i left her on seen

I just be counting my money and chilling and balling and sipping my lean

Shawty don't know

She don't know just how it goes

Getting my racks like you know

Getting the stacks on the go go o

Moneymoney moneymoneymoney money

Moneymoney moneymoney i Got it on me

Moneymoney moneymoneymoney money

Moneymoney moneymoney yeah I Got it on me

Money money money money money money yeah that's it

Money money money money money money yeah that's it

Money money money money money money got the racks on me

Money money money money money money got the racks on me

I'm trying to take this big booty ass chick out on a date

No I can't lie I'm trying to take all of this back to my place

She saying shit like if you're pulling up boy don't be late

I'm smiling back I'm thinking what's your name? Mary or Kate

I'm at your estate baby you know that I promise by 8

And if I'm being honest through the whole day I ain't ate

It's time to run up the cheddar I tell her you could do better

Stay at the top ain't no beta

stacking up paper because we know better

I like this girl I'm gon' get her she only come after paper

Yves saint lauren on my sweater my louboutin too they be looking more redder

Money money money that's all she want from me

Money money money make a nigga funny

Make a bitch a dummy that's about that money

Money money money gotta have it on me

Money money only on my mind bro what the fuck

I got two hoes on my speed dial yeah they wanna fuck

Lost a couple milli last year had to run it up

Had to stack it up I'm back on the bag and I'm taking my time

Patek On my wrist ice on my teeth Gucci my feet you feeling my shit

She wanna fuck with all of my G's that is not me

Putting my song on repeat putting my song on repeat

You know my G's just pushing the P yeah

She climbing my dick like she Spiderman she spraying on me like a fireman

Niggas be asking for beef they coming for me but yeah I expire them

AK-40 on my left hand if I see an opp then it's fireworks

How come they hate on me back in the days I used to inspire them

Had to get the bag and stay low

Cause these niggas watching never switching sides for no hoe

I'm only switching Netflix I be fucking verified Hoes cause my dick expensive yeah

That's why I'mtalking reckless