Money Lyrics

Yeah she don't wanna talk I'm better off doin my own thing

Money coming in, almost forgot how a hoe think

Lock eyes when we fuck, girl you can tell just how our souls link

But I don't think that love is really for me

40 round drum, mag tucked

Ass so fat like a Mack truck

Pill pop, weed smoking, I got mad drugs

She thought I would save her, must've forgot I'm a thug

Mansion with a moat, I could really do the most

I'm just like the winter cold, can't forget to bring my coat

All these hoes don't know half the shit they gonna quote

They all get mad and then put me in they notes

Sick of being nice, I know it don't feel right

Girl this invite, only good for this night

She told me that its fine if I lie

How she lose her self respect but she still so polite

Told me that she really wanna stay

But she still the one who walked away

Yeah she don't wanna talk I'm better off doin my own thing

Money coming in, almost forgot how a hoe think

Lock eyes when we fuck, girl you can tell just how our souls link

But I don't think that love is really for me

40 round drum, mag tucked

Ass so fat like a Mack truck

Pill pop, weed smoking, I got mad drugs

She thought I would save her, must've forgot I'm a thug

You don't wanna talk I'm better off doin my own thing

Money coming in, almost forgot how a hoe think

Lock eyes when we fuck, girl you can tell just how our souls link

But I don't think that love is really for me

40 round drum, mag tucked

Ass so fat like a Mack truck

Pill pop, weed smoking, I got mad drugs

She thought I would save her, must've forgot I'm a thug