Money Money Songtext
(Money, money) Put your hands in the air like a stick up
We gotta get the (Money, money)
'Cause I've got mouths to feed, I've got a child with needs
So give me that (Money, money)
And I'ma get it, damn right, I do it for the fam
I get the (Money, money)
Yes indeed, now let's proceed
Man makes money, money doesn't make man
But I'm a boss, so you better put that guap in my hand
We gotta get the (Money, money)
'Cause I've got mouths to feed, I've got a child with needs
So give me that (Money, money)
And I'ma get it, damn right, I do it for the fam
I get the (Money, money)
Yes indeed, now let's proceed
Man makes money, money doesn't make man
But I'm a boss, so you better put that guap in my hand
Put the bread in the bank, you better save up that mula
Let 'em buy all the diamonds, I'm 'bout to blaze up this buddha
Battle axe with the raps, call me Spartacus
Money trees for my G's, I got garner tips
Keep a balance as a challenge but I mastered it
Pull a dollar out your wallet and wipe my arse with it
Ayo, you living for the lotto but they know you'll never hit it
Don't believe 'em, they just teasing, gotta go up there and get it
And if the gas on E without a drop in the tank
I run up in that motherfucker like I'm robbing a bank
(Money, money) Put your hands in the air like a stick up
We gotta get the (Money, money)
'Cause I've got mouths to feed, I've got a child with needs
So give me that (Money, money)
And I'ma get it, damn right, I do it for the fam
I get the (Money, money)
Uh, hold up, let me flip it like
I've been a maverick, you can check my manoeuvres A little bit of Tom Cruise, little bit of Luger
Ooh, yeah, I'm in Bermuda chilling on a beach
Smacking out hits, I [?]
I'm like a farm, I'm making the gouda
'Cause my songs are like cash counts shitting mula
Now I'm feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne 'cause I cut more green in Jordan Poole's face
I came a long way from school days
Digging through your mama's couch for some loose change
God damn, this the life, yo
Making mills spill at the end of a biro
Ooh, it is delightful when we get the
(Money, money) Put your hands in the air like a stick up
We gotta get the (Money, money)
'Cause I've got mouths to feed, I've got a child with needs
So give me that (Money, money)
And I'ma get it, damn right, I do it for the fam
I get the (Money, money)
Yes indeed, now let's proceed
Getting on a deal, the three amigos
Who slam it 'til the whole shit down like Shaquille
And then I'm Neo flying like an eagle
With a bag on my back, that's Santa on the Rio
Yo, catch me on the D-low hustling hard
But I don't steal for a meal, I've been busting my arse
So fuck you, pay me right here and now
Everybody in the house let me hear you shout
My style is money
This vibe is money
This crowd is money
Flight Crew is money
My style is money
This vibe is money
This crowd is money
Flight Crew is money
My style is money
This vibe is money
This crowd is money
Flight Crew is money
My style is money
This vibe is money
Let 'em buy all the diamonds, I'm 'bout to blaze up this buddha
Battle axe with the raps, call me Spartacus
Money trees for my G's, I got garner tips
Keep a balance as a challenge but I mastered it
Pull a dollar out your wallet and wipe my arse with it
Ayo, you living for the lotto but they know you'll never hit it
Don't believe 'em, they just teasing, gotta go up there and get it
And if the gas on E without a drop in the tank
I run up in that motherfucker like I'm robbing a bank
(Money, money) Put your hands in the air like a stick up
We gotta get the (Money, money)
'Cause I've got mouths to feed, I've got a child with needs
So give me that (Money, money)
And I'ma get it, damn right, I do it for the fam
I get the (Money, money)
Uh, hold up, let me flip it like
I've been a maverick, you can check my manoeuvres A little bit of Tom Cruise, little bit of Luger
Ooh, yeah, I'm in Bermuda chilling on a beach
Smacking out hits, I [?]
I'm like a farm, I'm making the gouda
'Cause my songs are like cash counts shitting mula
Now I'm feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne 'cause I cut more green in Jordan Poole's face
I came a long way from school days
Digging through your mama's couch for some loose change
God damn, this the life, yo
Making mills spill at the end of a biro
Ooh, it is delightful when we get the
(Money, money) Put your hands in the air like a stick up
We gotta get the (Money, money)
'Cause I've got mouths to feed, I've got a child with needs
So give me that (Money, money)
And I'ma get it, damn right, I do it for the fam
I get the (Money, money)
Yes indeed, now let's proceed
Getting on a deal, the three amigos
Who slam it 'til the whole shit down like Shaquille
And then I'm Neo flying like an eagle
With a bag on my back, that's Santa on the Rio
Yo, catch me on the D-low hustling hard
But I don't steal for a meal, I've been busting my arse
So fuck you, pay me right here and now
Everybody in the house let me hear you shout
My style is money
This vibe is money
This crowd is money
Flight Crew is money
My style is money
This vibe is money
This crowd is money
Flight Crew is money
My style is money
This vibe is money
This crowd is money
Flight Crew is money
My style is money
This vibe is money
