Money lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
b*tch you know I keep them Ks with me
And I ain't pus*y boy don’t play with me
She give me head like wavy grease
While I pull up in a Jeep like a ATV
Feelin' like Kevin Gates, I got six jobs
b*tch, I whip it till my motherf*ckin' wrist tired
I pour me up a deuce it make me lean back
Young n*gga flexin' hunnids they ain't seen that
Young n*ggas talkin' money I ain't seen that
Livin' lavish while these other n*ggas dream that
You talkin' b*tch but I don’t need the feedback
b*tch, I ain't tryna marry, give my ring back
b*tch get back I don’t play sh*t
Big racks stashed in the basement
I'm tryna do the dash, get out the way b*tch
n*gga talk sh*t, get a facelift

[Chorus]
I gotta put a Magnum on when I hit it
(I gotta put a magnum on when I hit it)
She hit me on the trap phone, b*tch quit it
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr)
I text her back like "I ain’t seen that pus*y in a minute
(No, no, no, I ain't seen that pus*y)
So please don’t call my phone if it ain’t about them digits"
(Baby, don’t call my phone, b*tch, I don’t wanna talk to you)
Why? 'Cause
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money n*gga
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money n*gga
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money n*gga
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money n*gga
[Verse 2]
Don’t make me throw these hunnids in your face n*gga
Have him singing to his lady like he Drake n*gga
'Cause I always keep the forty on my waist n*gga
And the Roley got the boogers in the face n*gga
I was off, now I’m on, n*gga
(I was off and now I’m on motherf*cker)
Yeah, so don’t mistake me for the wrong n*gga
Put lil' Percy in the Sprite, it make me lean, yeah
My n*ggas always keep the 30 with the bean, yeah
We rich b*tch so she goin' for the team, yeah
'Cause these b*tches showed the pinky for the green yeah
Young n*ggas ain't even touch the racks I done threw on these b*tches
Young n*ggas ain't even touch the racks I done threw on these b*tches
You better watch what you say, n*gga
I go from Compton to the D to the A, n*gga

[Chorus]
I gotta put a Magnum on when I hit it
(I gotta put a magnum on when I hit it)
She hit me on the trap phone, b*tch quit it
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr)
I text her back like "I ain’t seen that pus*y in a minute
(No, no, no, I ain't seen that pus*y)
So please don’t call my phone if it ain’t about them digits"
(Baby don’t call my phone, b*tch, I don’t wanna talk to you)
Why? 'Cause
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money n*gga
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money n*gga
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money n*gga
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money n*gga
I gotta put a Magnum on when I hit it
She hit me on the trap phone, b*tch quit it
I text her back like I ain’t seen that pus*y in a minute
So please don’t call my phone if it ain’t about them digits
(Baby don’t call my phone, b*tch, I don’t wanna talk to you)
Why? 'Cause
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money, n*gga