M0N3Y B4G$

Lyrics

[Intro] Yuh Yo Ay ay ay [Pre-Chorus] Ay we be chilling out back Don't run yo mouth cus you know we be strapped Yuh Smoking on shit got no crack Let you by if you gon rap Go kick the sack Yuh Got millys and billys Fuck you mean I'm ain't a king? You Silly Like really, talk shit but get no cheese, no philly [Chorus] Got a hundred of those money bags I think some bitches be funny fags I be the man, I be running rags Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks Yuh Bitches walking all day long Putting in work and they ain't staying strong Then a motherfucker wants to talk like they ain't wrong Smack their bitch ass up and tell their ass, stay gone [Verse 2] (Ay we be) I'm a rap lapper The cap factor The map tapper (Chilling out back) The fans fappers Thеse plastic wrappers Same as tactic hackеrs (Too bad) If a bitch wanna be the same as me that's fine But they gotta deal with it like a swine (Shut the fuck up, Shut the fuck up) They need to be fucking quiet Where there's hoodies, steal like a pirate Like this, bitches can't fucking hide it Talk shit but they can't handle riots Oh damn what a strange comparison Looking like rams, ugly as all sin (I fucked up that part but let's go to the next part of the song) I'm still better than ever I wasn't complaining when get bad weather Just put on a cozy sweater Write your biggest opp a letter It goes, we foes. You get no hoes Besides your grandma licking on your toes Weird ass bitch, who the fuck knows And say it was it like they chose Looking at the window, watch how they froze They mad as shit Start ripping all they clothes They don't do hits Their girl suck other dude dick Especially mine, bet [Interlude] Yuh, yo, Yuh [Chorus] Got a hundred of those money bags I think some bitches be funny fags I be the man, I be running rags Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks Yuh Bitches walking all day long Putting in work and they ain't staying strong Then a motherfucker wants to talk like they ain't wrong Smack their bitch ass up and tell their ass, stay gone Got a hundred of those money bags I think some bitches be funny fags I be the man, I be running rags Go shut your ass up and do some more jumping jacks Yuh Bitches walking all day long Putting in work and they ain't staying strong Then a motherfucker wants to talk like they ain't wrong [Post-Chorus] Ay we be chilling out back Don't run yo mouth cus you know we be strapped Yuh Smoking on shit got no crack Let you by if you gon rap Go kick the sack Yuh Got millys and billys Fuck you mean I'm ain't a king? You Silly Like really, talk shit but get no cheese, no philly [Outro] Got a hundred of those money bags, funny fags, funny fags, funny fags Got a hundred of those money bags, money bags, money bags