MONEY MONEY ft. TheyKnowA.B. Lyrics

I be laughing to the bank, I got funny money 10k to snatch my bitch waist, I got tummy money

Throwin' stupid cash in the mall, I got dummy money

If you ain't fuck with me before, don't come tryna be buddy-buddy

I make one call and get shit solved, I got bloody money

I been workin' from the ground up, that's that muddy money

Every rack I spend, I always come back, I got bungee money

I want a heli on a yacht, on my lake that money money

This gas got me floatin' like a butterfly, I named the Cassius

Ridin' in a six-speed Bumblebee through Calabasas

Could give a fuck what you did before, stop livin' in the past tense

Niggas decided to hate on me and they made a bag since

You should've minded your own business, now your business stagnant

Copped a Rollie, wore it out the store, ain't got to bag it

I been lettin' my accomplishments do all my bragging

Private jets to Europe just to get the highest fashion

Touchdown in Dubai, feelin' like Aladdin

With a baddie from the islands, ass like a wagon

If that ass was the ship, then I'm the fuckin' captain

Let the band play and took her down like Titanic

Lately I been gettin' money baby

Pounds out in London baby

Private jets to India, stackin' up my rupees, baby

Got women all around the world, currencies from every country, baby

They don't even speak English, but they understand that, fuck you, pay me fuck you, pay me

Bitch, I got that money, got that moolah, got that skrilla, got them dollars G

ot that cheddar, got them benjis, got them C-notes, got that gwala

I got a IRA and life insurance, shit you never thought of

So if you ain't talkin' big denaro, then it's sayonara, ayy, oh

I be laughing to the bank, I got funny money 10k to snatch my bitch waist, I got tummy money

Throwin' stupid cash in the mall, I got dummy money

If you ain't fuck with me before, don't come tryna be buddy-buddy

I make one call and get shit solved, I got bloody money

I been workin' from the ground up, that's that muddy money

Every rack I spend, I always come back, I got bungee money

I want a heli on a yacht, on my lake that money money

Bitch, I got that money, money, money, that's that cash flow

The way that I be pilin every week, I like to watch it grow

I already had that bitch under my belt like last week ago

These white hoes, instead of makin' it rain, I like to make it snow

The green twenties represent these fake hoes,

throw em out

These red bills always had my back when I was in the drought

But Ben Frank, that nigga been so solid

Never let me down

You see the blues strips they never switch up on me, nigga, you a fuckin' clown

All I got is money, all I got is cash

Yea yeaaaa

You see all of my clothes, all my wardrobes still got the tags

Sprayground is what I got up on my back

Tell my niggahs stick em turn around, they on yo ass

I be laughing to the bank, I got funny money 10k to snatch my bitch waist, I got tummy money

Throwin' stupid cash in the mall, I got dummy money

If you ain't fuck with me before, don't come tryna be buddy-buddy

I make one call and get shit solved, I got bloody money

I been workin' from the ground up, that's that muddy money

Every rack I spend, I always come back, I got bungee money

I want a heli on a yacht, on my lake that money money

Bitch, I got that money, money, money, yeah

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