Married To The Money lyrics

(Intro)
Pappa got beats making history, on god!
(Hook: Mike Sherm X G Divine)
You think you only wanna f*ck?
b*tch, you damn right!
Married to the money gonna give a f*ck about a damn white dog
I can f*ck a different b*tch each day here and night
Neighborhood plumber Imma get in a hotel fight my b*tches
You think you only wanna f*ck?
b*tch, you damn right!
Married to the money gonna give a f*ck about a damn white chick
I can f*ck a different b*tch each day here and night
Ayy! Look!
Neighborhood plumber Imma get in a hotel fight my b*tches
(Verse 1: G Divine)
The way like I’m living like a bakery
Bread in my new say f*ck lovers get money b*tches back in to face
Real to the death of me
b*tch, I got the recipe
I don’t do the friends because they always turn into enemies
Family over everything is blood in my circle
Suckin’ one beef giving shells like a turtle
They might as well forfeit
They can’t afford this
I’m gucci in the west
I’ll be on my Tom gorgeous sh*t
Fly around solo
I’ll be around to the ned
I cuddy in a stall
He gonna ride with a set
Feeding Cuddy yagi you coming home soon
We got b*tches on b*tches
I got rooms on roves
Listen, trapped look dirty to that b*tch television to a broom
Sippin’ that syrup from a cup not a spoon
Rich if you got the hammer that you mother f*ckers do
I’m gonna keep the sh*t a hundred today till they put me in my toon ayy!
(Hook: Mike Sherm X G Divine)
You think you only wanna f*ck?
b*tch, you damn right!
Married to the money gonna give a f*ck about a damn white dog
I can f*ck a different b*tch each day here and night
Neighborhood plumber Imma get in a hotel fight my b*tches
You think you only wanna f*ck?
b*tch, you damn right!
Married to the money gonna give a f*ck about a damn white chick
Yang! Yang! Yang!
I can f*ck a different b*tch each day here and night
Gay!
Neighborhood plumber Imma get in a hotel fight my b*tches
Ayy, look!
(Verse 2: G Divine)
b*tch I’m bout bread like bimbo
The money come first
Man is really that simple you go find me and your girl
Mouth something like a dimple
I played that b*tch too like “She a f*cking instrumental”
Ayy, and goddamn
We’ve been at it for a minute
Got a girl in my bed and she working up a sweat
I ain’t taxing b*tch if she plotting on my check
And I ain’t trying to make love b*tch
Only with the neck
Any time when I slide through that b*tch I got a ball
All my kitty solid as a f*cking brick wall
Y’all want this
But, you better think twice!
I’m rob for the gang like I used to rob bikes
I’m gonna rob for the gang and that’s true! (True!)
I dab with the thing and I gotta keep it 2!
Ayy, it it’s dis lips don’t talk that’s the mother f*cking rule
I gotta shoter on my left wing you know cool b*tch
(Hook: Mike Sherm)
You think you only wanna f*ck?
b*tch, you damn right!
Married to the money gonna give a f*ck about a damn white dog
I can f*ck a different b*tch each day here and night
Neighborhood plumber Imma get in a hotel fight my b*tches
You think you only wanna f*ck?
b*tch, you damn right!
Married to the money gonna give a f*ck about a damn white chick
I can f*ck a different b*tch each day here and night
Neighborhood plumber Imma get in a hotel fight my b*tches