What Money About lyrics

[Chorus: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Party pack takin off, party pack got the b*tch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n*ggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b*tch
I refuse to take a motherf*ckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them Cartiers off

[Verse 1: Money Bag]
I got that bag on me always
I use to serve in them hallways
Posted with n*ggas with long K's
Keep my some n*ggas that gone spray
Went from a deuce to a four a day
Pour a four of act inside a Fanta Grape
Oh girl I can't resist I love the taste
Got me flexin' bankrolls in these b*tches face
Got them f*ckin in second switchin place
Top shotta, its time to celebrate
Its inside but we gettin hella cake
Money get tall just watch the sh*t elevate
Broke n*ggas hell yeah they
I'mma get what these n*ggas never ever make
In the trap without a trap I'm forever straight
LG doin a hundred on the interstate
[Chorus: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the b*tch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n*ggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b*tch
I refuse to take a motherf*ckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust

[Verse 2: Lil Chi Chi]
I was trappin out a loft
Tried to cross me, I'm boss
Told your b*tch it was millions big
Yo b*tch, we don't have friends
Lord knows we got alotta sins
Got a couple dead homies we won't see again
Gotta stack this cash for them dead friends
Pull to the left, it's a dead end
Shad just told me that the feds in
I'm riding with AR and carbins
I told Shad to be caushous
We having them sticks at the offace
You dieing if you just walk in
f*ck n*gga [?]
Oops I meant he lying
n*ggas swag [?]
[Chorus: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the b*tch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n*ggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b*tch
I refuse to take a motherf*ckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust

[Verse 3: Shad Da God]
I know what getting money about
I'll bring all the pounds to the house
Said lil b*tch [?]
Put that b*tch where I f*cked up her mouth
A thousand trapped, had to run that car out
Pints shipped to the south
Hundred thousand [?]
Got 90 hoes tryna f*ck me for clout
Bright life, brought the apples [?]
f*ck beef, brought the animals out
Everybody [?]
[?] the hoe [?]
[?]
[?]
Put a spell on a hoe, [?] on the floor
[Chorus: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the b*tch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n*ggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b*tch
I refuse to take a motherf*ckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust