Money lyrics
by Baby Smoove
One thing that's about me, I'm gonna get me some money
I ain't think bout you b*tch, got alot of b*tches that callin
My n*gga pull in like a junkie, my cap jug doing numbers
n*gga I want your b*tch, need to hop out and buy her a bundle
I just hit a bad b*tch from the back, we just got have bunch of sex
Gave her hard D like I'm Jeff, if you wrote a statement that's a tec
I pull the blue tip in your chest, call fed ex j*rk my ex, you n*ggas ain't got no finesse
Put this moonrock in my chest yeah
[?] riding the coup, 2 Glocks up in here too
In the Panamera sippin juice
We gon do it right by shootin
n*gga why your [?] so loose
Aye I'm sorry but I like your boo
I need Audemars for my crew
When I'm rich they're gonna be rich too, n*gga
Fell in love with her neck
This diamond by [?]
My son chain [?], Imma make sure that he rich
I just passed out with your b*tch
I'm on face time with my kid