Money Lyrics

Bitch I'm in love with the money

Blue cash louie bags pop tags

Fast cars prada kicks hose bad

After parties in LA I'll be back

I'm a lover boy I'm in love with the cash

Bitch I'm in love with the money

Blue cash, Louie bags pop tags

Fast cars Prada kicks hose bad

After parties in LA I'll be back

I'm a lover boy I'm in love with the cash

I'm money money hungry

So pissed off I'm mad I'm starving.

Gotta chase the bag

The bag won't hurt me

Cause why would I chase love

If the love don't make cents

Like bitch my pockets hurting

You Worry about hoes I got

I wonder if hoses is worth it

It's always niggas hating but nobody's perfect

And I get these hoes mad do it on purpose Cause I'm running running to the bag

Doing way better than my pass

Got taught some painful lessons lessons learned

I'm asking why the hell does it feel like God is cursing me

Why the hell does my money bring me peace Does the blue bands have a hold on me

Will I ever truly find some peace

I don't really know but I want more money

Bitch I'm in love with the money

Blue cash louie bags pop tags

Fast cars prada kicks hose bad

After parties in LA I'll be back

I'm a lover boy I'm in love with the cash

Bitch I'm in love with the money

Blue cash louie bags pop tags

Fast cars Prada kicks hose bad

After parties in LA I'll be back

I'm a lover boy I'm in love with the cash