Pink Money

Lyrics

[Intro] [?] whatever I do [Verse 1: Coi Leray] The LV bag got rhinestones on it These Tiffany bracelets got imported Diamonds look like Fiji water This bitch talk loud, think she important Balenci' tags, they can't afford this Still got brand new shit in storage This gas so strong, I'm hearin' voices Three bitches with me and they all gorgeous That's four bad bitches (Bad) Where the function at? (Ugh) Throw that shit in Magic (Yeah) Got racks on racks on racks (Ugh) The money make the pussy wet Damn right, I love a savage Yeah, he thumbin' through that check I like the lettuce, green, and cabbagе [Chorus: Coi Leray] Yeah, that money, that bag That money, that bag That monеy, that bag That money, that money Yeah, that money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that money [Verse 2: Bktherula] Yeah, that money make your bitch cheat (What?) That money make your bitch cheat (What?) That money make your bitch cheat (What?) That money make your bitch cheat (What?) Even without that bag, I bag your bitch up into next week (Schyeah) Even without that cash (Yo), I'm rulin' shit and this you can't beat (What?) The swag, I got a lot on me too (Yeah) That ass, she shake it on me in the coupe (Yeah) Big bag, I'm swervin', this bitch got no roof (Ooh, schkyeah) Maybach, I'm swervin', this bitch got cologne in it (Schyeah, schyeah) Copped a new pent' with a new throne Hoes and LVL5 clothes in it (Yeah, hoes) Four pretty bitches with big titties (Schyeah) And I got the bag to be thrown with it (Woah) [Chorus: Coi Leray & G Herbo] Yeah, that money, that bag That money, that bag (That bag) That money, that bag (The bag) That money, that money (Bag) Yeah, that money, that bag (That bag) That money (Money), that bag (That bag) That money, that bag (Phew) That money, that money [Verse 3: G Herbo] Ayy, I'm a sack chaser Fuck around make so much in a month, I ain't even gotta stack paper Hop on a plane, go pick up a duffle and fly to the 'Raq later (Go) Millions, I got all this shit off the muscle Every nigga with me a piece off the puzzle I went corporate, my big brother hustle Run up, get shot in your shit, I don't trust you Boy, if you ain't one of mine, it's fuck you Touch me and end up dyin', good luck .40 on me, I ain't tryin' to tussle (Bah) I put it all on the line, huh No, it ain't my first time, what's up? Pristine watch, all the diamonds flooded Lift up the wrist, I'ma blind the slut (Phew) Lately, I been gettin' all kind of money Bitch know I still ain't buyin' her nothin' Big G-Swerve, I'm ridin' in somethin' Two, three whips 'bout five, six hunnid One carat tennis, you know how I'm bomin' Thick shit with me, they all wanna suck it Accounts no limit, I don't got a budget Can't stop spendin', I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it [Chorus: Coi Leray & G Herbo] Yeah, that money, that bag (Ayy) That money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that money Yeah, that money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that bag That money, that money