To The Money lyrics

[Intro: Sada Baby]
(Hold on, Primo, let me roll a 'Wood)
Sho’nuff
Huh, huh
b*tch, I—
(Primo Beats on the track)

[Chorus: Sada Baby]
Hold up, let me fives up my weed
Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve
Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed
Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat
Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool
I ain't mad, b*tch, I’m bool, think they wanna see my moves
But I ain't showin' off no moves, b*tch, I think I wanna see me get some money
Naw, big, b*tch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen

[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
Ah, ain't no kick it, I ain't friendly
b*tch, I ain't 'bout to do no di*k suckin', I get busy
Tuh, get a brick, turn it to a run off my pimpin’
Cop a hundred thousand sittin’ on my neck without no pendants, n*gga
I'll throw some Gators on like I’m Ric Flair
Rolex whеre? b*tch f*ckin' with the blick sh*t
Hit a b*tch I ain't supposed to, shе got the big head
I was tryna give the ho my all, but the b*tch ran
Cat
I'm too f*cked up for that
Know she catchin’ what I'm puttin' down, I threw an underhand
She gotta be off more drugs than me, think we in Loverland
And I ain't throw to buy sh*t, but how to keep my hundreds in, uh
[Chorus: Sada Baby & Lakeyah]
Hold up, let me fives up my weed
Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve
Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed
Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat
Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool
I ain't mad, b*tch, I'm bool, think they wanna see my moves
But I ain't showin' off no moves, b*tch, I think I wanna see me get some money
Naw, big, b*tch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Lakeyah]
I think they wanna see me get some money, man (Get some money, man)
Nah, I think they wanna see me get in mode (Get in mode)
Ain't no stoppin', but this Cuban got me lookin' like I froze (Ice, ice)
I just get the head and put the n*gga out, I come and go (I come and go)
I just pulled up fat sh*t, Range Rove
Heard my opps still a wack b*tch, same old (Wack b*tch)
Bust the face on the Patek rose gold (Uh)
Married to the bag, f*ck hoes, Jim Jones, hold on
They like, "Lakeyah, they still sleepin' on you", really? (Really?)
f*ck him good and have your n*gga bussin' like a semi (Uh)
He could be the perfect n*gga, I'm still cheatin' like I'm Remi
Wanna see her get some money 'cause these b*tches pinchin' pennies (Broke-ass b*tch)
I ain't never met a b*tch who could f*ck with me
Big Key verses worth a mil', kit buck-fifty (On)
You and every ho you with know what's up with me (They do)
Two phones, but can't no broke n*gga get in touch with me, uh
[Chorus: Sada Baby]
Hold up, let me fives up my weed
Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve
Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed
Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat
Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool
I ain't mad, b*tch, I'm bool, think they wanna see my moves
But I ain't showin' off no moves, b*tch, I think I wanna see me get some money
Naw, big, b*tch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen