Money lyrics
by 22nd Jim
[Intro: Babyface Ray]
You know we sippin', we ain't never trippin', n*gga
Yeah
This what that money sound like
This what that money sound like
Got my n*gga Jim in this motherf*cker with me
(Reece, take 'em to church)
This what that money sound like
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Ayy, money talkin', bullsh*t walkin', my neck a faucet (For real)
Narcs came, jumped out, sprinted, and then I tossed it (Gone)
I can't speak down on a n*gga, 'cause I was starvin' (Uh-uh)
I remember sh*t was a dream and now we bosses (Boss)
Ayy, popped a bean, I lost it, treat the trap just like an office
Play with me, we chalk 'em, I heard n*ggas gettin' extorted (I heard)
Five-hour flight, break a stick before I board it (Xanny)
Shoebox stackin', I been livin' like a hoarder (Shoebox stackin')
Condo off the water, city view (City view)
Call me Face Mob, make it happen, n*gga, who is you? (Who?)
Twenty-eight inches mounted on it, n*gga, hula hoop (Skrrt)
Me and bro, huh, Steph, Klay, he a shooter too (Yeah)
[Chorus: Babyface Ray & 22nd Jim]
This what that money sound like
60K on the wrist, I tell them n*ggas keep up
I can't hide it, I tried, n*ggas know that I'm up
This what that money sound like
Got this sh*t out the trenches, I got this sh*t out the mud
Turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
This what that money sound like
n*gga got this sh*t out the mud
Ain't sh*t to it but to do it, get this motherf*ckin' paper, n*gga
This what that money sound like, yeah
Got this sh*t out the trenches, I got this sh*t out the mud
Turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
This what that money sound like
[Verse 2: 22nd Jim]
Yeah, this what that pape' do
Diamonds hit behind the tint, I'm in a space coupe
Keep the baddest hoes' attention when I break through
And that lil' hundred wasn't nothin', had to make two
n*ggas talk it, know that I walk it, really in motion
Sippin' drank mixed with the Tesla my favorite potion
n*ggas closed the door on us, Face, and we kicked it open
Know this sh*t get deep for a n*gga, deep as the ocean
Count up twenties, hundreds, fifties, love to count it up by hand
Started out without a dollar, had a million-dollar plan
Ran it up from trappin' bags, state-to-state, I make 'em land
Wavy Gang to 22nd, we the n*ggas in our bags
[Chorus: Babyface Ray & 22nd Jim]
60K on the wrist, I tell them n*ggas keep up
I can't hide it, I tried, n*ggas know that I'm up
This what that money sound like
Got this sh*t out the trenches, I got this sh*t out the mud
Turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
This what that money sound like
n*gga got this sh*t out the mud
Ain't sh*t to it but to do it, get this motherf*ckin' paper, n*gga
This what that money sound like, yeah
60K on the wrist, I tell them n*ggas keep up
I can't hide it, I tried, n*ggas know that I'm up
This what that money sound like
Got this sh*t out the trenches, I got this sh*t out the mud
Turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
This what that money sound like