Money lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, turn it up in the headphones
I need to hear that sh*t wap
There it is
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I said fuego, coming with the flame like a Draco
Make a broke n*gga catch up, no tomatoes
Le' go, build an infrastructure for my payroll
No squares in my circles, save that for the Eggo's
Hey hoe, take a trip down to San Diego
You bust tricks, I flip cards for the peso
Fabo, n*gga geeked up in this b*tch
I'm a pretty ass n*gga with a prettier di*k
b*tch hello, freeband's, all from Neiman's
Leave the register, I'm doing the "I just got the receipt" dance
You a kiddie pool and n*ggas been off the deep end
And I'm unemployed everyday is the weekend
I'm a Bay mobster, trend setter, wave monster
Ruth Chris scamming and I ordered eight lobsters
Brought a b*tch with me and she called it a feast
b*tch, I just really wanted something to eat

[Interlude 1]
Money, money, money, money, money
Ha, ha, n*gga was hungry
I woke up, I got an appetite
I couldn't find no fettuccine no where
Money, money, money, money
So I had to get it instantly
Please truffle butter me ASAP
[Verse 2]
Now she wanna give bomb n*gga head like turban
Suck me up like Kirby, bust a nut start swervin'
Going ape sh*t n*gga like a Saiyan with a tail
She said "that's a nice coat," I said "b*tch, this Chanel"
Issa check, I ain't on a discount rack
Your designer ugly, you should get your discount back
Young scammer in the building, 'bout to start a religion
If I tripped on my money, I would fall on my b*tches
Off top, if you a broke n*gga you an opp
If you a broke b*tch you's a thot
If you my ex b*tch you's a bop
You over-curious then you a cop
You driving hella slow, you getting popped
You like my b*tch then we can swap
'Cause my b*tch gon' wanna come home and yours not
I share lots with n*ggas who share stocks
Turn heads like Beyblades, n*gga's spin top

[Interlude 2]
Money, money, money, money, money
What was that? n*gga Dragoon
Hit him with the Dragoon
Money, money, money, money
Turbine double twister
Thats what she over here doing
[Verse 3]
Aqua fist wrist watch, I'm scamming your friends pops
The paint don't drip drop, Its matte like dreadlocks
I'm dodging the wedlock and duckin' the fed watch
I'd rhyme with bedrock but that's cliche
n*gga, I'm in Morton's everyday with a filet
Racing to the paper like a relay, then stay, out in Chile
We lay over Gucci, all my paper looseleaf
Trying to get money from a Hello or a Lucy
A Tribe Called Scam, I just never knew Phife
But my wrist look just like Bonita on ice
And I need to get Head & Shoulders, these f*ckin' po-lice
Bruh, it was days I was eating just rice
I might say less, but I always do the most
About my green bread like avocado toast
Can't forget the blue like my name was Steve
I draw pictures with the clues that you wouldn't believe
I'm a breath of fresh air, these hoes still can't breathe
Pretty n*gga so sharp, how I still ain't bleed?
I'd done dodged the b*tch out and she still ain't leave
Guapdad, Scam Boy, but I need the cheese, yeah