Money (feat. Bigg Vu)

Man you saying that shit again Yo bro I'm tellin' you When I get that money Yeah I'ma be livin' fuckin' large man I'm gonna be livin' large You have no idea I don't believe you bro I'm tellin' you It's gon be lit 24 fuckin' 7 man Yeah Tell Me When I get that money I spend it all on mad drugs Plane tickets And that fast love I like the sound of Livin' it up Out on the East Coast Takin' body shots From models On a private yacht Might buy a penthouse Or an island villa Pay off my parents house And start a line of tequila Date an Insta ho Who just wants that cold cash To go get herself Some new implants I'm all about the hunnids Just like P .Diddy Bad boys taking over the city I got the world in my left My money in my other Girls calling me Daddy Cause I ain't using a rubber I'll hang Picasso's on the wall Tap ass in Montreal Play an All Star game Like I know shit bout basketball I'll keep my cash Stacked around the world A few bills in Brazil A cheeky mil in Ecuador Livin' the high life Sippin' on mai tais Gettin' rowdy in a palace With the Princess of Saudi I'd only drive Lambos Ferraris and Audis And keep that shit waxed Like the kid from karate Fly kicks and gold chains Diamonds and jet planes I'm poppin' that champagne Just like it's my birthday I'ma make it rain When I get up in the club say I'ma make it rain When I get that money I spend it all on mad drugs Plane tickets And that fast love I like the sound of Money I spend it all on mad drugs Plane tickets And that fast love I like the sound of Money money money money Let's get the money Money (Hey!) Money money money money Let's get the money Money When I get that money I spend it all on mad drugs Plane tickets And that fast love I like the sound of Money I spend it all on mad drugs Plane tickets And that fast love I like the sound of Money money money money Let's get the money Money (Hey!) Money money money money Let's get the money When I get them dollars There'll be no more livin' in squalor I like the sound of Flying in choppers Out to the West Coast Of Mexico To spend a couple of pesos Diving with sharks Or opening a bar Imported caviar Everyday for lunch I'd buy a big faced Rollie Or maybe two for fun Just to flex on these players No need for guns Cause I'm cut like a sabre Always sharp as fuck I'm talking cliche money Like I belong on TV Mr. Burns and Richie Rich Ain't got shit on me I'll be like Scrooge McDuck And have my goddamn Nephews Livin' it up After I bite the dust I'd have the clout and the drip The girls in my whip The ice on my wrist My bills all on deck like I'ma make it rain In the club when she strips Yeah I'ma make it rain When I get that money I spend it all on mad drugs Plane tickets And that fast love I like the sound of Money I spend it all on mad drugs Plane tickets And that fast love I like the sound of Money money money money Let's get the money Money (Hey!) Money money money money Let's get the money Money When I get that money I spend it all on mad drugs Plane tickets And that fast love I like the sound of Money I spend it all on mad drugs Plane tickets And that fast love I like the sound of Money money money money Let's get the money Money (Hey!) Money money money money Let's get the money Money (Hey!)