Money Lyrics

She want me cause a nigga got money

Dropped out of school but I'm not no dummy

I'm off of Perc's all the way to its sunny

These niggas broke man that shit so funny

Racks on racks on racks

We the one claiming that hat

Bullets gone stamp them like it's a tat'

Why you talking we don't do the chatting

When you see me better have the gun that you posting

Slugger locked up in that cell he joking

Off them Roxy's yea I really be floating

Put your wig on man it's time to get smart

Diamonds light up even when it be dark

I'm trying fuck I don't care about your heart

New whip ain't no key for the start

Ghost Glocks ain't no name on the parts

Soon as they book me I'm finally post bail

Ride with them killers that's never going to tell

We up in Saks finally hit up Chanel

Buckles on my pants you see Alyx

At the jewelry store finally take out some links

Getting fat benihanas good eats

If jay of them perc's, he not finally sleep

Trying to catch an Opp and knock them off of his feet

Thirty clip hanging fuck what you saying

Fuck that little clique that you say you banging

He ain't get touched? Let me make an arrangement

You ain't never did nothing to the niggas you dissing

So what's that little shit you be claiming

Thought these rap niggas was some gangsters

But really and truly they some entertainers

Louis or Pucci the framers

That pussy nigga hate his makers

Said he gone kill us little bitch come and take us

Slide in that Bentley yea that be the taker

Hop in Track' bitch I'll see you later

Big stupid crib sitting on them acres

Lil nigga hollering about he finally spank us

Heard about him yea little Kay-B dangerous