Money Flowing ft. Mad Maxx Lyrics

Bossmade

You can tell my opposition got no money flowin

Boy I'm fresh as hell ,in foreign shit, I got my money showin

Boujee nigga see my hoes, and act like I don't know em

And I don't give a fuck if he my cousin, I'll still blow em

I want the only crib, pit up on the block, rancho Cucamonga

Hit a nigga block and have it hotter than a Sauna

You know my bitch bad like Nunu, I'm talkin' bout Alanna

I ain't never been to Italy, but I be wearin' Prada

I know the neighbors know my name, I ain't Trey Songz

She wanna hear me when we fuckin' play her favorite song

She pulled up, trench coat in my favorite thong

Oh God, I'm shootin' a hundred bout my niggas if they right or wrong

Oh, he hatin', take a nigga bitch and switch the time zone

I hate the month of June, it be havin' a nigga mind gone

Get it plain then bust that bitch, now my time froze

Me and Thad keep green, all in our pocket, that's my slime, bro

Chase the money, fuck these bitches, I'm the catch, I remind hoes

Play it cool then pop a Nigga, I can tell you how a slime go

Your money short, grind harder, nigga, Lil' E

Lil' cous was catchin' murders way before you heard of Lil' Kee

The bitches love bossmade fuck a chief keef

And I don't like fuck niggas, feelin' like the 2012 Reese

And I be like, fuck niggas, we can't hang if you ain't slidin' with me

Yop , you can't fuck with me if you don't fuck with Gee

Get a nigga wack for 2000 while I'm in Tennessee

I got my bows right outta Cali from the Philippines

Hit a opp car , yeah, on my mama nigga

Hit a opps car ,and spin ' back, it's boom bada bing

My niggas, they solid in that room, ain't gone tell a thing

I don't give a fuck about your bitch, make her eat the D

I'm coast to coast jus for the racks, it's just me and Lik

I'll rock out just with the Drac like I'm PNB

I don't give a fuck about your dawg, put him on TNT

These 4-5s would break a nigga bone, I'm talkin' two or three (on my mama)

You thought your dog was solid, he singin' like Alicia Keys

These chopsticks spelled R.I.P., a killa and a B (akeelah and the B)

Yo niggas will never stay solid, cause they a never eat

I'll give a nigga ten shots up out this 23

My bitch bad her ass, fat just like Kim K

Niggas always broke they ridin' round, usin' they bitch pape (stupid)

thousand dollar jeans , I'm chillin' at the pistons game

Niggas never got they gun on them, who the fuck they bangin'

Your bitch said she'd fuck me, that's word of mouth

On the south side at the South Market, ready to gun em down

Me and Bro hit , your bitch, why you ice her out

I'm drunk as hell off the 42, it got me blackin' out

Bitch suck dick and fuck good, I had to pass her around

Glock stick with the button on it look like Mr. Brown

She ain't wanna let me fuck, hit her cousin then

I sip a 4 of wock i got my hand stuck to the double cup

Sipping liquor i chase it with the , yeah yeah yeah

Sipping liquor i chase it with the lean ,it

got me throwin' up, hit her and her friend the same day

But they ain't know it, yeeeaahh

Stupid ass nigga