Lyrics:
Top of the food chain
Dusse colored paint on a Mulsanne
Bond number nine fresh as hell if the feds watchin like I'm 2 Chainz
Kicking this shit like
Whole bunch of money on my mind I'm a bank teller
Pharmaceuticals in the trap nigga I'm a dope seller
Margiela thousand dollars for the tennis
to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I wanna flex hard
of that
Some of that
Yeah gotta get me some of that
In my ride, by my side, down the highway
In the dark, in my arms, in your driveway
All because
Yeah, 2 Chainz, whoa
I got the keys to the Wraith
Inside look like outer space, uh uh
I had a meal with no plate
I take myself out on dates, uh
(yeah), a prophet, wearin' Prada
Tell 'em they need to pray (yeah)
Trap god, Scooter, 2 Chainz, and my nigga Zay
This one for the trap gods, this one
I walk into the club and I got two sexy girls on each side (come on)
(You know, you know, you know we on that) let's go
Money in the bank but still
as they flew in the air
Butter actin' up and grabbin' stuff by the pair
Gina at the door cause she good with the gun
They both grabbed the money and run
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
Well I had an old cow and she slobbered so bad
I spent all my money that I ever had
I went
a long time
And I'm gonna share some wisdom with you
Rule number one, always get the money (money)
Rule number two, remember to always get the money
that's my pack money
Look I ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band
twenty-two
Wild Bunch Crew at large
Don't call me a officer just call me a sarge
Mashing up the country planning also abroad
Plan to go to America when I get
One time for my nigga 2 Chainz for throwing me that alley oop to
This weed is the one
Money in the air, we watch it fall like rain
Get back
glasses and cups
I've accumulated over the past 62years
Then I'm going to get some plywood
I'm going to get some plywood
And cut them up into two by
her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands (2 Chainz!)
2 Chainz, four bracelets
Let me see that ass clap, standing ovation (True!)
If
Well it's a great life if you don't weaken but who wants to be strong
Well I don't guess I'll ever make a million I just want enough to get by
bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right, nigga, keep your game tight
Play right, play by the rules and you'll get paid, fuck
to win
Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins (yeah!)
[Chorus]
Money make the world go round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon
Pull a HK, Hello Kitty, yeah
And every time I hit it, I go beast mode (2 Chainz)
I'm talkin' beast mode, yeah Marshawn
I ain't from 'round here, I'm
up, run up
My whole crew two gunners mazi, big bruh
Look at her she rub, too good, damn, nerves
Young thug vinoice
I got 80 chainz, I got two notes
I'm
raised by a addict with money in the attic.
Got goons while you at it at
This present time I'm out of my mind and that's a habit,
Still got them
Maskin' my emotions, baby girl say what you find
Yeah, boss up, boss up, boss up, boss up, like I'm 2 Chainz
Kung-fu, kung-fu breakin' records on my
How you the king rockstar with a loose string?
Or loose change, old Donnie Brasco when the blues came
I went 2 Chainz when the group changed
Duffle
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