Money On Money Songtext
Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
Mama, you a thot, I'on want shots
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
Mama, you a thot, I'on want shots
Brother, you a rat, twin, you a pack (My brother)
Running through Saks, Louis V slacks
Hermès trench, swimming pool heated
She ain't tryna eat it, Shawty, you can beat it (She ain't tryna what?)
Drinkin' 2-liter, ride a 2-seater, ridin' with a eater (Uh-huh, beef)
Calling me papi, I'm calling her mami and señorita (Uh-huh, yeah, all of it)
I ain't being cocky, but I been putting on ever since beepers
Fuck me good the first day, a nigga might keep her (I might keep her good)
Blowing money fast like a fucking cheetah (Damn, he does good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas
Bugatti Spider whippin' that bitch from the side
Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids (Puttin' this shit up for my kids)
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend (On God)
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her (What's her name?)
She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
You identify my bitches with APs
She ain't got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belongs to the streets
Spoiled lil' bitch wearin' a Patek, rose gold snake, she a baddie
Transpo foreign, go slatty, doggin' out a ho like Shaggy
Could've went Spec, went Caddy, pull up with the cutter, we ready
Fucked a opp bitch, I'm petty, iced out bolognese spaghetti
First off gotta go baguetti, talk less, do more spinning
Walk down, shit'll get drenchy, turnt the whole city up litty
Bad bitch could've went viddy, Savage 21 killers
Brabus riding witcha sister, dog-ass ho, you a thotty
Bruh turn cop, new body, twin, you a rat, you smoked
Shoot 'em in the head, you da GOAT, could've went fed, went broke
Trap nigga living out the ocean, the Phantom, the Rolls I don't know
The eaters go wherever I go
Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck nigga tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
Running through Saks, Louis V slacks
Hermès trench, swimming pool heated
She ain't tryna eat it, Shawty, you can beat it (She ain't tryna what?)
Drinkin' 2-liter, ride a 2-seater, ridin' with a eater (Uh-huh, beef)
Calling me papi, I'm calling her mami and señorita (Uh-huh, yeah, all of it)
I ain't being cocky, but I been putting on ever since beepers
Fuck me good the first day, a nigga might keep her (I might keep her good)
Blowing money fast like a fucking cheetah (Damn, he does good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas
Bugatti Spider whippin' that bitch from the side
Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids (Puttin' this shit up for my kids)
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend (On God)
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her (What's her name?)
She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
You identify my bitches with APs
She ain't got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belongs to the streets
Spoiled lil' bitch wearin' a Patek, rose gold snake, she a baddie
Transpo foreign, go slatty, doggin' out a ho like Shaggy
Could've went Spec, went Caddy, pull up with the cutter, we ready
Fucked a opp bitch, I'm petty, iced out bolognese spaghetti
First off gotta go baguetti, talk less, do more spinning
Walk down, shit'll get drenchy, turnt the whole city up litty
Bad bitch could've went viddy, Savage 21 killers
Brabus riding witcha sister, dog-ass ho, you a thotty
Bruh turn cop, new body, twin, you a rat, you smoked
Shoot 'em in the head, you da GOAT, could've went fed, went broke
Trap nigga living out the ocean, the Phantom, the Rolls I don't know
The eaters go wherever I go
Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck nigga tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
