(First we) fuck bitches, (then we) get money x4 (then we) fuck bitches, (but first we) get money x4 spend money like it grow on trees that's why my
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
while: [Puffy] I'm just trying to get my money, right Don't fuck wit my money I won't fuck wit your money If you fuck with my money I make you like one
me, right, Loon goin' south paw It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all Step in the room see the bitch come up out y'all I fuck with niggas but
back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is
money bombs like a taliban (hallalla) we gettin arab money (money) u want this hook you gon' pay dat money save dat money give it to my kids, ill take
The best dressed bitches actin' all cute to my shit And get the wlyin' out they actin' like a boot to my shit Sorta go a distance from yours, we holdin' Jewish money
, Drizzy sayin', get her, I'ma get her I get the kind of money that make a broke bitch bitter I got that kinda, wait, wait fixate Which bitch you know
beg for me to stop, but I'll just keep coming You're fucking with the illest fool in Southern California I can roll with ya, or motherfuckin' on ya
esse they had Kickin back to get ya Crept on the dropped truck Check the back of the cab Double crossin ducks got bucked Suckas had the fuckin math
money's there, boy Silly ass bitch, runnin' around with a gold chain All niggas gotta get some real estate Muthafucka, come up, fuck a bitch Better get
claim but my game is DPG And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip And in my world a girl is considered a bitch Is money all that makes you
m addicted to money, I'm addicted to money I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money I'm addicted to money
whatever you want Gotta get right, give a fuck if it's wrong Shots of Patron, whole lotta strong 800's on, boy ya know what I'm on Yo bitch wanna fuck
t fakin' The money ain't a thing, think I'm lyin', you're mistaken You can find long lines and all kinds of bitches your way And when we touchdown There
sleep Disregard this camouflage batter shattering thirty teeth Heist pulling drug selling niggas coming from dirty street Look what? Pretty boy get him
