MONEY

Lyrics
[Intro] Hippie on the beat, bitch [Chorus: Lil Darkie, Isaiah Malik] Money, money in my area (A-ha-ha-ha) Big big bankroll, shawty I'll take care of ya (Take care o' ya) If you ain't got money Uncle Sam'll fucking bury ya (Fucking bury ya) Money in my mind cause hysteria, money on my [Verse 1: Isaiah Malik, lil darkie & Both] Money on mind I could invert the dollar sign You make purchases on purpose while I work a nine to five (A nine to five) What you run into this service keep your currents to the side So when you look outside the window you can see me in my ride (Skrrt) 'Cause now where I reside is with the monsters in the wishing well They say I'm a prophet cause I'm off a ship and kissed a whale And now I'm big as hell I say my piece but I was never raised to kiss and tell, yuh Now I'm making money lil bitty bitch get off of me And everybody want me like Osama and Gaddafi Gaddafi I ain't off a bean I just took a hit of coffee Coffee Ha, haha [Verse 2: Lil Darkie, Isaiah Malik] Say the pledge of allegiance everyday long ago Never gotten to my taxes but I got into drough, whoa, whoa I like green (Ya) I like money too (Money!) But I always seem to end up with a pound and no dough In slow mo I smoke until I go broke, got no mo' I cannot go to a store I'll call my man on his phone, you at home? He talking two for one, you got one with the bouff of one I don't need no mo' gas, my roof is over my ass My rent and water is paid, my tenants not even made No longer sleep in the shade, you prolly deep in the cave Taught myself how to make it, see something then I take it (Huh- wha-wha- yuh, ayy) Sell cookie and then I bake it, I set that bar then I break it, yuh [Chrous] Money, money in my area Big big bankroll, shawty I'll take care of ya If you ain't got money Uncle Sam'll fucking bury ya Money, money in my mind cause hysteria (Cause hysteria) [Verse 3: Isaiah Malik] Back in this bitch and we at it again Yeah I'm dodging the pimp but I gotta get money I promise that I'm gonna win It ain't nothing funny 'cause I'm a sinner Uncle Sam is trying to get me through my taxes (Yeah) So I can never relax Yeah, I preach it and then I practice I'm actually pushing pacts on my actresses it so in tact You niggas cappin' for clout and your captions are not a front [Verse 4: Lil Darkie] Yuh, yuh Counting and counting my chips, I'm rippin' the bricks I'm givin' lil baby a lick, I'm givin' lil mama a kid Like commas, and doin their shtick (Woah, woah) Pourin' the whiskey up, lean in a Dixie cup You know how we save the money, we know that you acting funny Asking to hit it you bum me, we on a roll I can't afford to go packing a bowl I can't afford to go front of a pack, they ain't got bat I save my breath, I do not laugh I feel like a bakery, niggas is fake and see You carryin' paper jeans, I'm carrying cotton and linen They got the blue shit in a, I keep on eating in my dinner [Verse 5: Lil Darkie, Isaiah Malik & Both] We going up in the game, people be saying our names, yuh, yuh I had enough of the games, you looking tough for the fame, yuh, yuh I might just buy up your town, I might just saw up your city, yuh, yuh I got a fifth of the brown, I pull a Bobby and Whitney Yuh, bon Appetiti, eating the kitty (Ayy, yuh) Nigga love Britney, how did it see me? (Huh, ayy) Why is she putting me, I will be winning I might just fuck up the puss- [Chrous: Lil Darkie & Both] Money, money in my area Big big bankroll, shawty I'll take care of ya If you ain't got money Uncle Sam'll fucking bury ya Money, money, money in my mind cause hysteria (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Money, money in my area Big big bankroll, shawty I'll take care of ya If you ain't got money Uncle Sam will fucking bury ya Money, money, money in my mind cause hysteria Yuh, ayy [Outro: Lil Darkie, Isaiah Malik] Ooh, ooh, yo monzo tag NCR gang shit, 2K18 summer gang shit Whole lotta gang shit, lotta gang shit Whole lotta gang sh- I smell your big ass in a cut, you know (Bitch!) Fuck (Can't be filming and streaming this is people doin' personal and private things around here, man) (Oh, cool, cool, cool, alright, let's go) (What you mean it's cool, man?) (You wanna park the car and talk to us, yeah we wanna know what you doin' out here, man) (You know, we got entrepreneurs and other things out here, man) (You got a camera, we don't know what you doin', man, how long you been filming us?) (It's off) (Man, y'all need to check him out, man) (Nah, nah, it's cool, ay-ayy)
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Credits
- Writers
- AM. (Isaiah Malik Hill)
- Lil Darkie