Money Lyrics

Money... money money... stupid money

Rollin grams in a hundred... too much money

Bunkin, my Cali plug... keep me blunted

Stuntin, got badd bitches... I keep em cummin

I got money... money money... dumb money

Feds on my ass, fuck it I got bond money

Funny... these niggas hatin... these bitches frontin

My diamonds sunny... and I got a pocket... thats full of money

Money Money Money Money Money Still Comin

Stuff a 7 in my backy... that's too much money

Bitches digg me, plus I'm bunkin and I'm always stuntin

Silly bitches want my money these bitches be funny

In da trap gettin dirty cash wash it like da laundry

Dope Sold, Money Fold, hoe you pay for what you wanted

Gotta keep the Draco niggaz change for a hundred

And I keep a shooter with me, I dare ya to take it from me

Fill the bag til it burst boy why yo shit B lookin scrawny

Better get some bankrolls can't be out here on the bummy

Me and Kapo hit the road ran up them bands with Scrunchyy

Countin up kickin playa shit bitch like I punt it

Po'd up too much muddy now a nigga feeling grumpy

Plug got da bricks all dressed up like a mummy

40 by tummy, straight drop like it's clumsy

Got the junkies goin dummy and bringing nothin' but money

Money... money money... stupid money

Rollin grams in a hundred... too much money

Bunkin, my Cali plug... keep me blunted

Stuntin, got badd bitches... I keep em cummin

I got money... money money... dumb money

Feds on my ass, fuck it I got bond money

Funny... these niggas hatin... these bitches frontin

My diamonds sunny... and I got a pocket... thats full of money

Parked the Panamera, pulled out the Camaro

Still got that stupid Jag I nicknamed Lil Daryl

SAC Passe' apparel I done tatted all my skin

I broke Nuggets down to Knicks for that check, like Melo did

And if you tryna hit the road I need five times ten

Know that trap never closed Drug Gang get em in

Nigga hurry up and buy tell me what you tryna spend

When the numbers this low nigga how could you not win

I might pull up in a Jag I might leave off in a Benz

And if a nigga want smoke we got twin F&N's

Know that if that bitch badd ima need her and her friend

SAC with me, got that SAC on me, thats plenty divends

I just might fall off in Jeffrey's don't know what I'm finna spend

Or I might just fuck Magic hit the lunch special with friends

See that's money in the air, I'm blowin Cookie in the wind

Spilled 6 on my Louboutin's and ppo'd a 10 of thin

Money.. money money... stupid money

Rollin grams in a hundred... too much money

Bunkin, my Cali plug... keep me blunted

Stuntin, got badd bitches... I keep em cummin

I got money... money money... dumb money

Feds on my ass, fuck it I got bond money

Funny... these niggas hatin... these bitches frontin

My diamonds sunny... and I got a pocket... thats full of money