Hell Is You On lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, Aye

[Chorus]
Money calling I be up in the morning
Money calling best believe that I'm on it
You ain't getting money what the hell is you on?
They ain't give nothing to me I got it on my own (Hey!)
Smoking a blunt of the propane
Cookie came from the coast
We live in Gucci, I Gucci my toes
I wear the Gucci, it's straight out the store
Whipping that foreign got road rage
I might flex on a hoe
Gotta keep flexing them days I was broke
Wifey keep texting keep that on the low

[Hook]
I can't be stressing, I just get the dough, man
In the Bentley look like cocaine
Why he talking he a no-name
30's cook em' up like Lo Mein
I'm on some other sh*t
They say they balling they really be fumbling
I might f*ck her and say that I'm done with it
I put the gang on the map and they loving it
Hey, I went through pain for the racks she can't touch em, nah
She hop in the V, give me jaw
We rockin' the lean get it all
I hear the hate and can't hear them at all
I know they with it but I cannot fall
They like "Hood Favorite that money get tall"
Straight from the pavement boy don't get involved
She let me glaze it I don't even call
Imma hit it, dish it off; Chris Paul
Off the Henny I don't want, Crystal
n*ggas' playing like they tough, they soft
Me and money had a marriage, I got a bad b*tch, ass fat she embarrassed
Call her anything but average, paper be stacking
Add that to the carriage
[Chorus]
(Aye),Money calling I be up in the morning
Money calling best believe that I'm on it
You ain't getting money what the hell is you on?
They ain't give nothing to me I got it on my own (Hey!)
Smoking a blunt of the propane
Cookie came from the coast
We live in Gucci, I Gucci my toes
I wear the Gucci, it's straight out the store
Whipping that foreign got road rage
I might flex on a hoe
Gotta keep flexing them days I was broke
Wifey keep texting keep that on the low