Money I Love It

Lyrics

[Intro] K$upreme on the beat, ay Whew, whew, whew, whew Whew, whew, whew, whew Whew, whew, whew, whew, whew [Chorus] Bands, millions (frrt, beep) Money, I love it, this Glock, I'ma bust it (love it) That bitch, I'ma bust it (bust it, bust it), you know I can't trust it You know I can't love her, you know I love money (frrt) You know I love stuntin', we out in public (beep) Pocket full of hundreds (frrt), lean in my tummy (beep) Get in your bitch and go dummy McQueen wrapped around my head like a mummy (McQueen) [Verse] Yeah, hang with the heirs and the drummers (brra) Louis my belt buckle (Louis) We was down bad in the struggle (yeah) Run up them bands, yeah, we duckin' (yeah, frrt, beep) Project gamin', watch me juggle (yeah, juggle) I put the piece to the puzzle (yeah, let's get it) Flexin' on niggas, bitch, look at my muscles (flex, flex, flex, flex) Yeah, yeah, yeah Don't run up on me, we willin' to hurt shit (frrt) I'm high as fuck, but I'm on my alert shit I seen your bitch in my chain, that reflection Like my hoes rich, I don't fuck with no broke bitch (frrt, beep) Like my gang ties, I don't fuck with no new niggas [?] on my draws, I don't fuck with no Hilfiger (damn) Been 'bout my guap since a lil nigga (damn) Yeah, yeah, yeah Roll up 3.5 out the bag, but we don't do the Swishers (yeah, Backwoods) You the type nigga do Swishers You the type, she suck my dick and you kiss her (ugh) You the type, while I fuck, you text you miss her (ugh) [Chorus] Bands, millions (frrt, beep) Money, I love it, this Glock, I'ma bust it (love it) That bitch, I'ma bust it (bust it, bust it), you know I can't trust it You know I can't love her, you know I love money (frrt) You know I love stuntin', we out in public (beep) Pocket full of hundreds (frrt), lean in my tummy (beep) Get in your bitch and go dummy McQueen wrapped around my head like a mummy (McQueen) Bands, millions (frrt, beep) Money, I love it, this Glock, I'ma bust it (love it) That bitch, I'ma bust it (bust it, bust it), you know I can't trust it You know I can't love her, you know I love money (frrt) You know I love stuntin', we out in public (beep) Pocket full of hundreds (frrt), lean in my tummy (beep) Get in your bitch and go dummy McQueen wrapped around my head like a mummy (McQueen)