Lyrics:
funny(yeah)
Wo ni won wa me
She told me papi I'm horny
But be before you can touch me gimme money
Not today honey
It's a party
Right by my side is one shawty
I
You're worth millions and billions and all sorts of money
You're the ocean, I wanna drown
Lift me up, spin me round, by my side when the sun go down
Say
I don't know if it's the
Money or the chain
But that money's on the train
That money will have your honey on the train
I've got my head in
Back in the day we played hopscotch
Gambling money surrounded by bitches and honeys I'm pimpin like Travis Scott
This is the Asian lifestyle
Gimmie
PT 4 life
We been plan future
That was meant to last
It was sure so real
Because I no get money
You come go
Na why I de Kolo oooo
My baby
last words recite I'm going home
Only got sunshine like the honey's on ten sugar
Hot On mind all the money gon spend itself
Not one dime ain't it funny
outside of what is for me
300 racks
I've got money
300 girls
I've got butter
But I got to stay focused on my grind can't be no dummy
Cause I've got honey
Money drugs honeys thugs bottles guns the plug
At my trap house
Money drugs honeys thugs bottles guns the plug
At my trap house
Money drugs honeys
Dropbox
Got holes in my shoes cuz I walk lots
Spend all my money on Juul pods and Pop Tarts
Going broke by the end of the month
Just smoked and I'm finna
blues
No PT, I want all my booze
No no no bands for you
Mark my words, I'm finna be a millionaire by June
By June
I'm thinking May
I don't care what you
mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
You
a fool in love with you, (I can't help myself, oh no)
Oh no I can't help myself
I'm gonna be your sugar daddy, give you honey all my money
Well L.A.
sit the fuck down
Bitch I'm tippin'
I ain't got no opps cause if I did, they wouldn't be living
Addicted to that money, got my palms steady itching
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
the money)
Spray the money
Abobi spray the money
(You know money my honey)
Oya Keep it on a low
(On a low)
You know I like do it low
When you geti money you
a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock, to make the honeys dip
It don't stop, it don't stop
Gettin' rocked, it don't stop
I got a handful
a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock, to make the honeys dip
It don't stop, it don't stop
Gettin' rocked, it don't stop
I got a handful
what I want with that money huh
All my life I been trying to plant this money tree
Build my buzz on these streets like a honey bee
Put in lots of work
out yet again ain't for you (no it aint)
I don't care 'bout the money I got the honey
Loaded up on the low I'm not acting funny
Whatchu' tryna do this
And spend money in Nevada
Then get faded in Jamaica
Dance on me like passa passa
Honey you a keeper
I think I want to keep you
But I don't want wahala
I don't
Sean sent the beat I know it's cray
Skrrt'
Yeah
Skrrt'
Woo yeah
Woo yeah
It's the honey,
Never pressed
It's the money,
That's a flex
All this drip,
than a beggar
Makin' a fake profit, stop it
Cause I work hard for the money, to make cash flow
To have another come along and take my dough
No
So I
Uh, I praise God for the money cuz
I was raised off 25 cent hugs
Hot fries and them Honey Buns
Hated walking to the corner store
Grandmama sent me
I am feeling your body
Lips so sweet like honey
You can chop my money
Umasengimnandi
Hai sana andidlali
Ndikuthanda manyane
Khohlwa amabhare
Mina
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