Lil Muney Flow lyrics

[Verse]
I never talk 'bout the sh*t that I did (Nah)
Baby girl, nobody gon' f*ck with the kid (f*ck with kid)
Money, money, fifty K on my wrist
I ain't made it 'til we all rich (We all rich)
Money, money, I got ninety on my neck
She wanna tat my name on her chest
These n*ggas be wantin' to argue, but I don't really wanna talk (Nah) if ain't 'bout a check
Tell me what happened? These n*ggas just cappin'
They mad that I'm makin' this money off rapping (Off rapping, off rapping, off rappring)
Money, money, money, make it happen
Hold up a three like I'm AI, Iverson
I know a n*gga made a million off trapping
Locked up, wishin' that it never happened
That's why Lil Muney just focused on the topic (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know how the struggle feel, tell me 'bout it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sleepin' in the same room with everybody (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't no me time, you can't be private
Don't say too much, be quiet
b*tch, I thought I told you, "Be quiet"
I don't need no hard head b*tch (Nah)
I don't need no bald head b*tch (At all)
I don't even need all that sh*t (Swear to God)
Huh, what the f*ck you thought this was? (What the f*ck you thought this was?)
Ridin' double R, b*tch, I'm really rich (Yeah)
In the club, pass the buck to Richey Rich (Yeah)
Just me, three me, the same thing
Money, money, money, that's my last name
Twenty-one, feel like I'm born again
You know I'm a God, but I still sin
That b*tch bad, yeah, she a ten
D, they catch us a family friend (Nah)
Double cup full of that medicine (Yeah)
Tell that b*tch she gotta bring a friend (Yeah)
Them hoes at the door, I'ma let 'em in (Yeah)
Lost so many times, I gotta win (Yeah)
Ain't nobody like me in this world, I might never ever find a friend (Find a friend)
These n*ggas lame, b*tch, I'm a man
I don't complain, take one to the chin (Yeah)
I don't mind takin' one for the team
I don't mind takin' one for the squad (Gang)
All I ever knew was South Memphis, on God (Yeah)
I do not mind, take one for the guys
Stevie, Stevie Wonder, ribbon in the sky
Hustlin', strugglin' to get by
From the city, b*tch, you blessed to make it out
Play with me, b*tch, I'ma show you somethin' (Go)
Lil Muney, I be thumbin' through this money
My young n*ggas slide like it's no runnin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Think you know it all, but you don't know nothin'
Wipe his nose, you'd his nose running
I only f*ck with bad b*tches, I'm allergic to junkie hoes (To junkie hoes)
I only f*ck with real choppers, n*gga who can get a hundred souls (Souls)
Healthy, eating on a money salad
Forward, these n*ggas movin' backwards (Yeah)
Got that sack and I ain't even have to tackle (Yeah)
I don't tussle, I don't even like to wrestle (Nah)
I love God, but I don't like the pastor
I love music, but I don't like the rappers
And I don't need no rap friends, I really think I can go without 'em
[Outro]
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, I don't need a friend
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, I don't need a friend
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, I don't need a friend
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, I don't need a friend