Money Right lyrics

[Chorus: Cookie Money & Philthy Rich]
You better have your money right for me to pay attention (Pay attention)
I'm bossed up, ain't got no love for these broke b*tches (Bossed up)
They every weekend in the club, call 'em bum b*tches (Bum b*tches)
Tryna ride a n*gga wave, call 'em surf b*tches (Surf b*tches)
Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova b*tches (Hah)
If you ain't runnin' up them bands, I ain't f*ckin' with you (I ain't f*ckin' with you)
You gotta put it in my hands like them real b*tches (Ayy, it's Philthy, n*gga)
You investing when you f*ckin' with a real n*gga (Uh-huh, look)

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Saddity b*tch think that she the sh*t (b*tch)
Already got my money up, don't need you for sh*t (Uh-uh)
My n*gga f*ckin' my opp baby mama (Is that right?)
You playin' with the wrong n*gga, I'm playin' with these commas (It's Philthy)
FOD chains for the b*tches in my hood (Solid)
They hold their baby daddies down, them n*ggas from my hood (Seminary)
I'd rather f*ck with a real b*tch than a bad b*tch (Swear to God)
And accept everything that come with your past, b*tch (It's Philthy)
I bounce out in the hood and beat a b*tch ass (Ayy, do that)
And still'll run up in the bank and get some quick cash (Run it up)
She make sure I drink water while I sip codeine (Syrup)
So I put the Rollie on her, lil' mama a queen (It's Philthy)

[Chorus: Cookie Money]
You better have your money right for me to pay attention (Pay attention)
I'm bossed up, ain't got no love for these broke b*tches (Bossed up)
They every weekend in the club, call 'em bum b*tches (Bum b*tches)
Tryna ride a n*gga wave, call 'em surf b*tches (Surf b*tches)
Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova b*tches (Hah)
If you ain't runnin' up them bands, I ain't f*ckin' with you (I ain't f*ckin' with you)
You gotta put it in my hands like them real b*tches (Real b*tches)
You investing when you f*ckin' with a real n*gga (Cookie Money)
[Verse 2: Cookie Money]
I ain't been f*ckin' with these b*tches, I ain't got time for 'em (Uh-uh)
n*ggas lookin' for love and I'm just buyin' foreigns (Sucker)
Been rich before rap and these n*ggas know it (Cookie Money)
I been gettin' it out his b*tch and he ain't even know (Haha)
I'm a rich n*gga, broke hoes can't afford me (Broke b*tch)
Big bag before rap and these hoes know it (Big bags)
I remember bein' broke and these hoes ignored me
Now it's b*tches in the crib tryna throw a party (Yeah)
I'm f*ckin' on her best friend, tryna have an orgy
They be down for whatever, just don't tell nobody
Real eaters, I got love for the real thotties (Real thotties)
But I hate a broke b*tch with a fake body (Broke b*tch)

[Chorus: Cookie Money]
You better have your money right for me to pay attention (Pay attention)
I'm bossed up, ain't got no love for these broke b*tches (Bossed up)
They every weekend in the club, call 'em bum b*tches (Bum b*tches)
Tryna ride a n*gga wave, call 'em surf b*tches (Surf b*tches)
Twenty dollars on a bottle, Fashion Nova b*tches (Hah)
If you ain't runnin' up them bands, I ain't f*ckin' with you (I ain't f*ckin' with you)
You gotta put it in my hands like them real b*tches (Real b*tches)
You investing when you f*ckin' with a real n*gga (Cookie Money)