Money I Got

Lyrics

[Intro] (M-M-Money) Yeah Yeah Popi Niggas know what's goin' on Yeah They know what's goin' Yeah Yeah, they they know what's goin' Yeah [Verse 1] We ain't gotta talk 'bout money We ain't gotta talk 'bout the hoes We ain't gotta talk 'bout the prices, yeah We ain't gotta talk 'bout the shows When I walked in, I already piped When I got the top, I folded When I got a plug, got the whole hood right When I got top, I lowered it I got the trap beatin' Came through the backstreets speedin' Not a Trackhawk, this Stingray I pop shit for no reason I ain't put a Rollie on in three months, nigga, this an Audemars season, yеah I ain't spend nothin' in the last three months (Yeah), I could put an M out еasy Trap or die like Jeezy, yeah Never turn my back on my people I bust an M, not equal Broke-ass nigga, I don't see you Broke-ass nigga, can't see me Niggas go broke tryna me Stole my whole style, need to free me Gotta do it twice, they repeat [Chorus] Why is you hatin'? Why is you mad? Puttin' this shit in they face, yeah They tryna figure me out They heard that I'm havin' my way, yeah Worry 'bout the money I got Worry 'bout the house, worry 'bout the money I got Why is you worried 'bout the chain? Why is you worried 'bout my wrist? Why is you worried 'bout the things I did? Why is you worried 'bout the lil' bitty bitch? I cannot stand this lil' bitty ho, I can't stand this bitch I swear I can't stand this lil' bitty ho, I cannot stand this bitch [Verse 2] Shh Why are they mad? Why are they hatin'? I'm gettin' money, I'm havin' cake Them niggas broke, they cannot relate They know it's my time, they gotta wait Put a nigga down, look at they face You want a pound, you want an eight I'm out of town, I gotta skate I got a bad lil' bitch with no waist Beat the bitch down, paint on her face I gotta leave, I know she hate I'm in the double-R doin' the race I'm on the way right to that pape' I go crazy on wagyu steak Red bottoms, nigga, ho, I ain't no fake Big old house with a big old gate I came through, I got hundreds I got hundreds, bitch, I got blues Thank the big man every day Young nigga blessed up like achoo I got bad hoes runnin' 'round marble floors, Tiffany ain't wear no shoes I was stayin' down for this way before, how the hell I'm gon' lose? [Chorus] Why is you hatin'? Why is you mad? Puttin' this shit in they face, yeah They tryna figure me out They heard that I'm havin' my way, yeah Worry 'bout the money I got Worry 'bout the house, worry 'bout the money I got Why is you worried 'bout the chain? Why is you worried 'bout my wrist? Why is you worried 'bout the things I did? Why is you worried 'bout the lil' bitty bitch? I cannot stand this lil' bitty ho, I can't stand this bitch I swear I can't stand this lil' bitty ho, I cannot stand this bitch [Outro] (M-M-Money)