Money On Money lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
(Wheezy outta here)
(808 Mafia)
The Wagster, turn me up some
Yeah, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, you dig?
I'm spendin' this sh*t on my b*tch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz
This motherf*cker pink slip, n*gga, no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These f*ck n*ggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it
f*cked this lil' b*tch last night and this morning, but I don't know the name of her
She told that pus*y she don't know nothin' about him and it f*cked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my n*gga, the same mud

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Mama, you a thot (Uh)
I don't want shots (Uh)
Brother, you a rat (My brother)
Twin, you a pack (Twin)
Runnin' through Saks (Hey)
Louis V slacks (Louis)
Hermès trench (Hermès)
Swimmin' pool heated (Ooh)
Yeah, she ain't tryna eat it (She ain't tryna what?)
Shawty, you can beat it (Beast)
Drinkin' two-liter, ride a two-seater (Uh, uh)
Ridin' with a eater (Beast)
Callin' me papi, I'm callin' her mami and señorita (Uh, yeah, all of it)
I ain't bein' c*cky, but I've been puttin' on ever since beepers (No kizzy)
f*ck me good the first day, a n*gga might keep her (f*ck a n*gga good)
Blowin' money fast like a f*ckin' cheetah (Mm, that's good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas (Ah, yeah, yeah)
Bugatti, Spyder, whippin' that b*tch from the side
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, you dig?
I'm spendin this sh*t on my b*tch and my kids (Put this sh*t up for my kids)
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz
This motherf*cker pink slip, n*gga, no rent (No rent, ya dig?)
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin (Hah)
These f*ck n*ggas tellin' for nothin' and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend (On God)
Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it (I don't know the name of it)
f*cked this lil' b*tch last night and this morning, but I don't know the name of her (What's her name?)
She told that pus*y she don't know nothin' about him and it f*cked his fame up (Haha)
We want the same mud, not the green, my n*gga, the same mud

[Interlude: Future & Young Thug]
You identify my b*tches with APs
She ain't got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belong to the streets (Ski)

[Verse 2: Future & Young Thug]
Uh-huh, spoiled lil' b*tch, went Patek (Huh)
Rose gold snake, she a baddie (Uh-huh)
Transport foreign, go slatty (Uh-huh)
Doggin' out a ho like Shaggy (Beep)
Could've went Spec', went with Caddy (Ah)
Pull up with the cutter, we ready (Yeah)
f*cked a opp b*tch, I'm petty (Ah)
Iced out bolognese spaghetti (Yeah)
First off, gotta go baguettie (Slime)
Talk less, do more spinnin' (Yeah)
Walk down, sh*t'll get drenchy (Ooh)
Turnt the whole city up litty (Skrrt)
Bad b*tch could've went viddy (Wow)
Savage, 21 killers (Brr)
Brabus, ridin' with your sister, huh
Dog-ass ho, you a thotty, ayy
Bruh turnt cop, new body, uh
Twin, you a rat, you smoked, uh
Shoot 'em in the head, you the GOAT, uh
Could've went fed, went broke, uh
Trap n*gga livin' out the ocean, yeah
The Phantom, the Rolls, I don't know
The eaters go everywhere I go (Uh-ah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, you dig?
I'm spendin' this sh*t on my b*tch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz
This motherf*cker pink slip, n*gga, no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These f*ck n*ggas tellin' for nothin' and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it
f*cked this lil' b*tch last night and this morning, but I don't know the name of her
She told that pus*y she don't know nothin' about him and it f*cked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my n*gga, the same mud