Lyrics:
ay3 f3
Nansein wo ho ay3 f3
Nansein wo ho ay3 f3
(Money money Sika no aba oo)
Nansein y3 ho ay3
(F3f33f3 f3f33f3 eh)
Young Thug boto mu ay3
(d33d33d3
I been gettin to the money
F@#$ you thought
F@#$ you thought
F@#$ you thought
F@#$ you thought
F@#$ you thought
F@#$ you thought
I been gettin
to f*** you in
I've been getting to the money, where the f*** you been?
Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty to hundred
My n****s get money, I want it
Same reason you bite the dust
Y'all n***** can't f*** with us
Keep a tool
That's a must
We a knock ya dick in the Dust
Real niggas
Get money
Real n*****
&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&-
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)
Homicide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don't entertain no police
over nothing
Can't let a broke a** n***a push my buttons
And I'll be d****d if I get trapped by a runner
Pistol at the party shout out to my brother
F
throwing money in the air like monopoly|All of them telling me to pour champagne all over they '|[Chorus]|Got a redbone, she look tropic|f*ck me right then
Yeah
Boy
Boy
Man ah bad
Bad bad badder
Mad mad mad mutha
F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck outta here
F*ck outta here
Man ah bad
Bad bad badder
Mad mad mad
Sh-shawty gotta get that money that money
Sh-shawty gotta have that money that money
Shawty f-f-freak it f-f-freak it f-f-freak it f-f-freak it
Shawty
Ain't f****** with you if you ain't spendin'/
Gotta walk that walk, gotta talk that talk money long legged and long-winded/
Six-figure n**** she gon' get
my n****
When money involved it get solved with automatics
You don't mess wit' me, you mess wit' Hud and there you have it
[Repeat 1]
You wan make money
You wan chop money
You wan chop dollars
You wan chop dollars
Gimme the M (gimme the M)
Gimme the T (gimme the T)
Gimme the F
I do the most
But that was plan
I get to the cake
These niggas be playing
The f*ck is you saying
The f*ck is you saying
The f*ck is you saying
'Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody
F*** 'em, f*** all y'all
Money gone f
Get that money nig**, get that money
F**k these h**s, I know that they don’t love me
Get that money nig**, get that money
I’ve been hustling in these
***ing legend (I’m f***ing legend)
Feeling the urgency - counting my money - I ran it up - stat!
I count it up certainly - I ran up a hun’nid - I’m stating them
gold I got the Midas touch
I'm dope I ain't jokin' I'm tight as f*ck
Just get at me I'll come and wake the cypher up
Have the whole circle shocked like
50 rounds in the glock, I forgot how to reload
In the game I learned the cheat codes
When you get money like Mitch
You gotta watch out for the RICO
It
somebody to hype me up
I turn tracks into gold I got the Midas touch
I'm dope I ain't jokin' I'm tight as f*ck
Just get at me I'll come and wake the cypher
bleach
Imma play teacher, here's my lesson to teach:
Don't steal my f***** money if you wanna see tomorrow
Oh well you already did, time to fill your life
always get excited when I replay
F f f fuck that shit
Oh woow uh wow
Its so crazy how I'm making money straight up out off the phone
I don't give a f f
Countin money money
F*****g b****s b****s
Countin money stackin riches
Countin my money ain't trusting these chickens
Countin money climbing
a n**** f***?
Ms. Parker?
Ms. Parker?
Ms. Parker?
Ms. Parker?
When you gone let a n**** f***?
Ms. Parker?
Ms. Parker?
Get em!
When you goin'
Got her job through a two way contact
(F-A-G-E-A) Pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(F-A-G-E-A) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
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