Lyrics:
Aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye
I'm bout my money yeah I'm bout my money yeah
I'm bout my money yeah I'm bout my money yeah
I'm bout my money yeah
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
How 'bout that money?
How 'bout that money nigga?
How 'bout that money?
How 'bout that money nigga?
You talk about hoes
Bank accounts with hella
I fee like money today
On my level boy you can't get on my level ey
On my level boy just look at by bezel ey
On my level boy I'm holding up a six
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Why you all in my face, you
Ain't even in my circle dawg
You ain't even in the loop
I'ma wild out till I'm through
How 'bout it
How 'bout we hit
Bitch, I stay fly like I'm
Pullin' off the runway (Pyong)
Money gettin' crazy like my
Bank account is padded (Loco)
Speakin' 'bout my money
It be talkin'
Somebody better mail my check
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
More clutch then a refund check
My money
money money
I don't talk to no nigga less I'm talking bout some money
Money money money money money money money
I don't talk to no bitch less we talking
up my high, adios (whoa)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (money)
(Whoa) worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Yeah I
niggas lati fall back ti eba ri owo talking
Ani men ani boys awa lowo talking
Awa set bar
Awa ti lo, awa ti lo
My nigga by far
Nigga by far
Mo ti de, mo ti
and diplomats
She the scratch on my back
Her c.r.e.a.m. I lust, now I got her I don't know how to act
When she not around, I'm heated, bout' to lay somethin'
back it up
Exclamation point if them my words den ima back it up
It's too much money out here to be worried bout a hater
Worried bout a hater
Worried
'bout my bread
Round the world if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya they love the kid
Whoa, hey (I-I get it)
Whoa, hey (I-I get it)
Whoa, hey (Yeah)
'bout the money, yeah
(Money, yeah)
Walkin' with nothin' but hundreds, yeah
I'ma just do what I wanna, yeah
(Do what I want)
She hop on my dick like
a Perky right before we fuck, then act a fool (fool)
Sad money, I got blue face diamonds
I'm at the top, and I'ma keep on climbin'
I got a-, on my hip,
devils
Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay
So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas
money,
Goin' back home to see my honey.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
With my knees in the saddle
)
(ayo macho, check it)
You ain't sayin' nothin' (if it ain't bout money, money)
I gotta pocket full of Benjamin's n I'm so cold
My neck froze like
We talkin' 'bout bitches and money
We talkin' 'bout bitches and money
We talkin' 'bout bitches and money
We talkin' 'bout bitches and money
estoy pa' ti, pa' ti
Todo lo que tengo e' pa' ti, pa' ti
Solo pa' ti, pa' ti, pa' ti (wuh)
Is this sentimental
To put all my money just right where
cream (hey, hey, hey)
I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream
Just left my PO and everything kosher
Bitch I'm getting money like the end getting
(dirty money, dirty money)
To my fly ghetto bitches with their hair shop talk
Braggin' to their hair-dresser 'bout that shit he bought
To my south
from round you ain’t getting nothing from me
You dingy, and your clothes looking bummy
Money my safe money by weight
So much money got the strippers
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