
Money Neat Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Check, check, check, check, check, yeah, and there we go
Hey, y'all, turn it down right quick
Yeah, I've been chillin, gettin' high with the gang
This shit on my hip, knock out your brains
I be ballin, goin' hard in the paint
We makin' plays like a New Orleans saint
Treat my go-yard bag like the bank
This a foreign push the button, it clank
Money neat, but I'm smokin' on stank
Hit em up, give a fuck bout his rank
Double cup, I'm in love with the drank
Say he get money, really, he ain't
I be gettin' money to heal the pain
Bitch suckin' me like she got fangs
Masked up with that flame like Caine
Can't be broke, these niggas insane
She a ten, but sniffin' cocaine
Mouth closed, don't tell what you saw
Bought one watch, cost two, three cars
Yeah, I just poured a four or a five in the mall
Spent six, seven racks on some ugly-ass Marni
Yeah, at least every day, I pour me a eight
Give my baby nine, I keep it on my waist
Yeah, ten toes down, put that shit in they face
Glizock be that nigga they love and hate
I'm just chillin, gettin' high with the gang
This shit on my hip, knock out your brains
I be ballin, goin' hard in the paint
We makin' plays like a New Orleans saint
Treat my go yard bag like the bank
This a foreign push the button, it crank
Money neat, but I'm smokin' on stank
Hit em up, give a fuck about his rank
Send him up, yeah, make a delivery
Pink diamonds look like drank
Got a rock on my pinky, yeah
Go get the money, wise words from Flippa
Go get the money, wise words from Dolph
On God
I'm a player, I'm playin' my part
Say she love me, but she in the dark
Tired of playing, but she into darts
She tryin' to stick a nigga break her heart
I ain't got no time for games
Lil baby been into the lanes
Want me to put her in the rolls
So I can take all of her pain but
I'm just chillin, gettin' high with the gang
This shit on my hip, knock out your brains
I be ballin, goin' hard in the paint
Makin plays like a New Orleans saint
Treat my go-yard bag like the bank
This a foreign, push the button, it clank
Money neat, but I'm smokin' on stank
Hit em up, give a fuck about his rank
Double cup, I'm in love with the drank
Say he get money, really he ain't
I be gettin' money to heal the pain
This bitch suckin' me like she got fangs
Masked up with that flame like Caine
Can't be broke, these niggas insane
She a ten, but sniffin' cocaine