Money Money Money
Young Dolph, Tim Gates
Money, money money money
If you ain't a rich nigga
Nigga you can't tell me nothing
Money, money money money stuntin
Money, money money money
3: 00 in the morning, I got the spot jumping
Money, money money money
Spend cause it's nothing
I just touched down
The best in the city, go and ask my clientell
I'm fly as hell and I'm high as hell
Na these ain't Luie frames, these Cartier
Homeboy, what you know about a scale?
The only nigga you know that
Weigh Kush without a scale
My, and my undershirt YSL
When he get out of jail
44 to 8th, nigga that's a that's a 454
I hit the gass
And get drank all over the floor
It's all good
I stopped and poured me another 4
Money, money money money
If you ain't a rich nigga
Nigga you can't tell me nothing
Money, money money money stuntin
Money, money money money
3: 00 in the morning, I got the spot jumping
Money, money money money
Spend cause it's nothing
God took my granny, but it made me stronger
Made me more hungry, to get this paper longer
I shine, so when I step in the place
It's sunny track chase money
Energiser bunny, keep going, keep going
Know that she a freak, keep blowing
Keep blowing
Cause she know a nigga got money
Pockets on Chris Rock, not funny
You about it, I'm about it, nigga let's see
Bought so much
My damb face should be on SV's
You a big dog
Please tell me who the next flee
Speading on that paper route
Come and catch me
Money, money money money
If you ain't a rich nigga
Nigga you can't tell me nothing
Money, money money money stuntin
Money, money money money
3: 00 in the morning, I got the spot jumping
Money, money money money
Spend cause it's nothing
If I had a Twitter, the money follo me
Pocket full of cabbage right
Pocket collered green
Thick girls in the crowd think
They wanna swallo me
Sorry girl you not a candidate
You work at Dollar Tree
They say I paper chase like
I got a lotta feet
And life is what you make it
That's my astrolligy
And life is a bitch too, my bad
So when I think of life, 200 on the dash
Moving super fuckin fast
Tryna keep up with that cash
Plus I go harder and harder
Cause them haters on my ass
Cause if you ain't first then you last
Money, money money money
If you ain't a rich nigga
Nigga you can't tell me nothing
Money, money money money stuntin
Money, money money money
3: 00 in the morning, I got the spot jumping
Money, money money money
Spend cause it's nothing
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