Money Andy

Lyrics

[Letra de "Money Andy"] Oh, oh, ohhh (Good job Cookin' Soul) It's summertime Oh, oh, ohhh [Verse 1: Anderson .Paak] You never know 'til you finally go there Mama told me dream big like my forehead My wig pushed back 10 racks to get repaired Well I guess I'm fuckin' bitches in knitted caps again Skipped the baggage claim, went straight to Rodeo Fashion week in Paris, never left the hotel Braggin' on my swag, I'd rather let these hoes tell And they'll wonder when I'll stop it Your guess is good as mine man Drip on faucet like I camе from the Oscars Tell Chris Stamp I need more wintеrtime options I came in and got love from the authors You came in and got hit with foreign objects Brick and wool on my noggin' But I remember the time when Back when ain't nobody love us Back when everybody fronted We was praying for some bad weather Keep our pockets flooded This was way before the hurricane but we could see it comin' How much for a brick, if I flip? Lately, I been wondering Go to hell and get a job Fuck, you niggas buggin' I was made to beat the odds Something outta nothin' You afraid to take a loss I lost my older brother, sister, father, auntie, cousin I got nothin' left but y'all I been rubik's from the jar, just Just another jewel, bitch Now I got the sauce (oh, oh, ohhh) Okay, now I got the juice, hey (My main squeeze) [Verse 2: Anderson .Paak] I rep the 'Nard Nigga when you never knew it My first release party, told niggas told came thru wit' First I got a lawyer Moved my mom to Georgia Copped my sis a Honda Talkin' bout spoiled? If I can't get radio I'm snatching up the products Apple, Google, Amazon, Spoti- Shouts out to Justin, shouts out to Sour Go commercial they gon' rub me every hour (every hour) Okay? You gon' rub me every hour (every hour) Okay? You gon' rub me every hour (facts!) First I had my heart broke, then I had my heart mended Then I had a heart to heart with my conscience Rest in peace to Mac Wish you was alive still And if we get to meet I'ma roll you up some ganja (yeah) I'ma roll you up some ganja (yeah man) I appreciate it man, look That XXL freestyle was kinda ass So I couldn't hit the Leakers without spittin' straight gas And I'm on a warpath and I brought my team back Shoutout to Aftermath, 12Tone, and Free Nats [Outro: Multiple Voices] Yea, that's right, yes sir! Get money, that's how we doing it Yes sir, get money Anderson Paak in the building, baby! Yes Lawd, yes Lawd! (Oh, oh, ooh, my main squeeze)