so much money
I ain’t tryna fall out with money
I ain’t tryna fall out with money
I just wanna ball out with money
And I ain’t tryna fall out with money
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me
I ain’t tryna fall out with money
I ain’t tryna fall out with money
I get so much money
I’m standin’ here with so much money
I got model money, show money, plus I’m gettin’ that dope money
I might get your ho money, yeah, if she a snow bunny
Grow house ‘dro money, nick/dime slow money
Glock 9, kick doors, bitch, I need some more money
I ain’t that old, but my bank roll keep a fleet of young hoes
Smokin’ on the big ‘dro, they cook dope
Gucci cutthroat, used to stay next door to his kinfolk
Limousine tint, bitch, pourin’ up your rent money
Pour it up ’til it turn purp’, 50 Cent money
All my goons, yeah they on alert, get ya murked money
I’m in Dallas livin’ fuckin’ lavish, I got Dirk money (swish!)
Caesar’s Palace, yeah I let ‘em have it, I got work bunkin
Homie ain’t got a cent to his name, he ain’t got money
He a lame, ain’t no one to blame, got cocaine money
Gucci, I got white money, brown money, green money
Nigga, you a lean junkie, blind, never seen money
That bitch ask what time it is – it’s 10:17
I keep big Ben Frank bankrolls in my Robin’s jeans
You’ve got 30 fucking problems if you think ’bout robbing me
I got get-a-nigga-whacked money, and they’ll go overseas
Cops pull me over they like, jeez
‘Cause I’ve got so much money on me
And I’ve got a QP with me
That’s why I’ve got so much bond money on me
And I’ve got this nina with me
With this 30 clip, hope it don’t jam on me
But you’d better pray for your life, bruh
When you run up on me (bang bang)
Bimmer cost a hundred some G's
Plus ,still got Ferrari money on me
And I feel like T-U-P-A-C-K All eyes on me
CEO of GBE, G-L-O-G-A-N-G
I believe my birthday everyday
I’ve got so much cake on me
And I smoke so much stunna
And I count so much money
I never pick be able to hold my money
I’m gettin’ money, while I'm throwing my money
So much molly, I done took so much molly
I can’t even feel my body
So much molly, I can’t feel my body
This party ’bout to turn into an orgy
See in here, it’s just one me
I’m leanin’, drank so much Codeine
Promethazine, think I’m ’bout to OD
I think I need to smoke some weed ’cause I’m really geekin’
It’s Tuesday, I’m freakin’, but we listenin’ to The Weeknd
I’m tryna mix this Vietnamese with this Puerto Rican
This fine Cali bitch’ll let me sneak this Georgia peach in
“Good grief, I can’t breathe, can we take a break?”
She’ll suck your dick through your briefs, eat beef like a steak
She put my dick on a plate, then she said her grace
She said that money make her cum, she love the way I’m paid