Money Neat 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