FOCUS ON THE MONEY

Lyrics

[Intro] All I can think about is money (Oh, that's MJ) [Verse] All I can focus on is money, I just focus on the money I just focus on the money, I've been focused on the money I've been focused on the money, I've been diggin' in her stomach When I fuck her, she be running, when I fuck her, she be running We got ARs with the hundred (Blrrt), I love them ARs with the hundred (Boom) I love a bitch that like getting money She ain't distracted, she getting money (Money) Cash shit distract her from the money She behind a nigga one hundred (One hundred) She'll help turn nothing to something (For real) She'll help turn nothing to something (For real) I'm-I'm not one of them niggas that's gon' play cool, I see you, I'm dumping I'm not one of them niggas you take for a fool, I ain't going for nothing (On God) Hop out the Benz and 7.62 the lil' dude, I aim for his stomach (Blrrt, boom) I really miss my brother Queze (On God) On God, we were gettin' money (Money) That pussy be grippin' and thumpin' (Thumpin') That pussy be grippin' and thumpin' (Thumpin') These niggas be lookin' for handout (Handout) But can't offer a nigga nothing I can't fuck with you, ho, 'cause you ran out (Ran out) When a nigga didn't have nothing (On God) I'ma walk down on her, can't shoot in crowds (Blrrt, boom, boom, boom) But my lil' nigga 'nem, we'll trust me (Blrrt, blrrt) She said, "Give me some money to hush me" (Hush me) Lil' ho, you can stop it (Stop it) Lil' ho, you get nothing You can tell the world we fucking Tell a motherfucker, you and your cousin I'm gettin' money, I ain't with the love But you can come hug me and fuck me and suck me (Suck me, for real), real All I can focus on is money, I just focus on the money I just focus on the money, I've been focused on the money I've been focused on the money, I've been diggin' in her stomach When I fuck her, she be running, when I fuck her, she be running We got ARs with the hundred (Blrrt), I love them ARs with the hundred (Boom) I love a bitch that like getting money She ain't distracted, she getting money (Money) Cash shit distract her from the money She behind a nigga one hundred (One hundred) She'll help turn nothing to something She'll help turn nothing to something (For real) I'm-I'm not one of them niggas that's gon' play cool, I see you, I'm dumping (Blrrt) I'm not one of them niggas you take for a fool, I ain't going for nothing (Boom) Hop out the Benz and 7.62 the lil' dude, I aim for his stomach (Blrrt, boom) I really miss my brother Queze (On God) On God, we was gettin' money (Money) That pussy be grippin' and thumpin' (Thumpin') That pussy be grippin' and thumpin' These niggas be lookin' for handout (Nah) But can't offer a nigga nothing (Nothing) I can't fuck with you, ho, 'cause you ran out (Ran out) When a nigga didn't have nothing (Nothing) I'ma walk down on her, can't shoot in crowds But my lil' nigga 'nem, we'll trust me (Blrrt) She said, "Give me some money to hush me" (Hush me) Lil' ho, you can stop it (Stop it) Lil' ho, you get nothing (Nothin') You can tell the world we fucking (For real) Tell a motherfucker, you and your cousin (On God) I'm gettin' money, I ain't with the love But you can come hug me and fuck me and suck me (For real) All I can focus on is money, I just focus on the money I just focus on the money, I've been focused on the money (Racks, racks, racks, racks) I've been focused on the money, I've been diggin' in her stomach (Racks, racks, racks, racks) When I fuck her, she be running, when I fuck her, she be running We got ARs with the hundred (Blrrt), I love them ARs with the hundred (Blrrt, blrrt, blrrt) I love a bitch that like getting money She ain't distracted, she getting money (Money) Cash shit distract her from the money She behind a nigga one hundred She'll help turn nothing to something She'll help turn nothing to something (Something) I'm-I'm not one of them niggas that's gon' play cool, I see you, I'm dumping (Blrrt, blrrt-blrrt, boom, blrrt) I'm not one of them niggas you take for a fool, I ain't going for nothing (Nothing, bitch) Hop out the Benz and 7.62 the lil' dude, I aim for his stomach (Boom, boom, blrrt) I really miss my brother Queze On God, we were gettin' money (On God) That pussy be grippin' and thumpin' (Thumpin') That pussy be grippin' and thumpin' (Thumpin') These niggas be lookin' for handout\ But can't offer a nigga nothing I can't fuck with you, ho, 'cause you ran out when a nigga didn't have nothing I'ma walk down on her, can't shoot in crowds But my lil' nigga 'nem, we'll trust me