Money lyrics

by

Artie J


[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm with a bad b*tch, she know that I'm next up
Mike Amari jeans in this b*tch 'cause Im flexed up, yeah
Cocaine poppin' and the bad hoes tripping
And the money keep coming, aw yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, do you really want me or this bag?
Don't tell me how to act
Baby, I been drinking all night with ya
1942 shots, yeah, yeah
I'm like, "Damn", baby, skrrt
Money make the world go round baby
I'm a pretty man, b*tch you know I got a plan
b*tch you know I'd rather die for a [?]
'Couse she wanna f*ck me 'couse I'm next up
Get money, money, money, yeah
'Couse she wanna f*ck mе 'couse I'm next up
Get monеy, money, money, yeah

[Interlude]
Please my life is a f*cking joke so why are you taking me seriously? Please I, I don't get it, you can not tell me wrong, like, I'm hot as f*ck

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm with a bad b*tch, she know that I'm next up
Mike Amari jeans in this b*tch 'cause Im flexed up, yeah
Cocaine poppin' and the bad hoes tripping
And the money keep coming, aw yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, do you really want me or this bag?
Don't tell me how to act
Baby, I been drinking all night with ya
1942 shots, yeah, yeah
I'm like, "Damn", baby, skrrt
Money make the world go round baby
I'm a pretty man, b*tch you know I got a plan
b*tch you know I'd rather die for a [?]
'Couse she wanna f*ck me 'couse I'm next up
Get money, money, money, yeah
'Couse she wanna f*ck me 'couse I'm next up
Get money, money, money, yeah
[Outro]
Please my life is a f*cking joke so why are you taking me seriously? Please I, I don't get it, you can not tell me wrong, like, I'm hot as f*ck
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