Money lyrics

[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
b*tch, don't say sh*t to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money
b*tch, don't say sh*t to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money

[Verse 1: Cookie Money]
Glock 40 on my hip, you ain't taking sh*t from me
n*ggas on that sneaky sh*t, they ain't f*cking with no dummy
It's a stick on that 40, and that chopper hold a hundred
You a pus*y ass n*gga, I don't wanna be your homie
Put them bands on your head, my n*ggas shooting like Kobe
Couple bricks on my neck, a few more on my Roley
My [?] all I know is get money
No b*tches, no club, 'cause I'm stacking my money
Now I'm flexin [?] 'cause I got my change up
b*tch n*ggas can't take it, so I see them change up
I come from the gutter, what the f*ck you mad for?
We'll shoot you broad day, we don't need no mask, bruh
'Cause all my n*ggas here, we shoot [?] shooters
Straight rocks in the Rugers, them bands, we run through them
Stacking up these thousands, they turning into millions
Young n*ggas from the hood, smoking dope up in [?]
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
b*tch, don't say sh*t to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money
b*tch, don't say sh*t to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Me and Cook the richest n*ggas from the east
Got these broke n*ggas mad, 'cause they cars all leesed
[?] got the [?] pocket
[?] quick, need everything in the pocket
b*tch, you looking at a n*gga, no lie, ho
These n*ggas clame they real, but really fake in disguise
n*ggas going broke, tryna keep up with the kid
I put this money on your head, and have it done by 6 PM
n*ggas keep sneak dissing, til they kids come up missing
n*gga you married to the ho, now you mad you can't blow up
I'm in the million dollar race, n*gga, you in the last place
That V6 can't keep up, [?] when I creep up
I know you n*ggas don't like me, that's why I keep stunting
But if you broke n*ggas try me, you won't make it to the summer
It's the realest n*gga walking, f*ck what you n*ggas talking
Hundred thousand in my jeans, bad b*tches on my team
It's Philthy
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
b*tch, don't say sh*t to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money
b*tch, don't say sh*t to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money