Lyrics:
Dior
Drip, Ok I'm ready I set the example
Wont bite from the apple
Not to good for Snapples
ToriOrTana I'm to good for rappers
Money Slut baby lets run
oh oh
To make good life you gat to get money
Oh oh oh
To chop good life you need money
Oh oh oh oh
Everyday night
My Nigga wan more money
My Nigga dey
Washington (where my money at?)
She balls, he calls (where my money at?)
She had a good day, bad day, sunny day, rainy day
All he wanna know is (where my
Washington (where my money at?)
She balls, he calls (where my money at?)
She had a good day, bad day, sunny day, rainy day
All he wanna know is (where my
No secrets, no secrets, no secrets. Don't keep it to myself, that ain't good for my health
Don't keep it to myself, that's not good for my health
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money
to handle a mop, or push back a broom
There's maids for that, this where the paper with the papers at
Scars are a part of my story I can't take it back
to handle a mop, or push back a broom
There's maids for that, this where the paper with the papers at
Scars are a part of my story I can't take it back
the cold world
Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell
like lloyd banks i got the hunger for a deal.Yea ill really go in shock if they hand me a cool mill..My pops my role model remind me of uncle phil..Told
I've been laced for a week so I'm numb now
Come now sit down, show you just how we get down
Money on my mind and evil that all around me
Tryna get it
to your death
If you bet on my bars you gone bleed for the bread
If you step to the squad? 14 to your neck
More squeezin of tecs caught eating ya flesh
Poor
money go stupid
I'm good in the hood like kool- aid
I don't play by the rules yeah
I been acting like I'm boosie
Thick baby show me that booty
White girl
Cant do the fake shit
Not even with the family
Cross me once
I'ma cross you off
If you touch my niece
Let them hammers go off
Got bullet by the boxes
starting 5
Look I said I ain't fuck that bitch ok i lied
My intentions was good doe for a nigga from the mob
Couldn't afford no gifts but you was fine with
Silently I step up with a subversive subtext,
Trying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects,
Place my faith in the belief that
affirmations
And all is good
I am a smart person
I invest my money, to make it work for me
I do not work for money
I make money work for me
I give away clothes,
(Another Fya Starta production)
Shout out to OTF
It's the kid Sean Mac, this shit soundin' good, nigga
Haha, Lil Durk let's work
Drill city, what
we gone do that for our self if we all paranoid
Not sure what the truth so we fill in the void
Giving strength to those thoughts
Like they living
don't make me use that
Reaching for the stars, Got the State on my back
Sipping Jack, moving packs, everybody move back now
I been out here, getting money
Whole lot of money on my mental
Trying to bubble
Like coke with some mentos
You could smell good smoke
With the wind blow
And I need a big loaf
me gobe)
I have been searching for your loving
Take my heart
Take my money
The last time you do me that kind thing
Got a boy steady vibrating
Put me
the money
So baby, if I move then we move with the money
Which is my favorite dish
But if I taste you, that'll probably switch
And then we would probably
about my cash
And if money ain't motivation politely kiss my ass
The hunger is so contagious getting dollars by the daily
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