MoneyChanges

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Huh, huh Really in my bag, bro (Like really in my bag) (That's Jefe, man) Yeah [Chorus] Money change a bitch but it ain't changin' me I'm poppin' out his sweats, hop out the AMG I probably woke up to what these niggas make in a week Exotic soda, I ship it, so it make me sleep, dummy I got it out the mud, you got the EDD Your shit don't really bust, that ain't no real VV (Nope) Lil' nigga, the famous bitches come lay with me TSA'll check the bag but ain't no .8 on me [Verse] She swear that I'm the one, that's why she wait on me I just picked up a box, that's why it's weight on me How these niggas never knew me but they hate on me? I hit my guys to the spin the block 'cause motherfuck a fade Bitch, I'm all about the Blue's Clues Man, there's blood on my true blues (Nigga) Gucci bag, I hold a .40, let a fool choose Fuck the feds, bro, I'm makin' up some new rules Fuckin' with these niggas like a dime a dozen I can feel it when you comin', I'm without your lovin' Sweatpants, head tight with them jewels on When I'm away, you hit my phone for them new songs Why would I do you wrong? Why would I lose it all? Why would I do them things to make you move on? Uh, I want it all I want it all I don't want a little bit, I want it all I want it all I don't want a little bit, I want it all Know I might seem limp but I ain't finna fall Man, I get the head but I'ma get the jaws Rollin' with some paper, I'ma hit it raw I know baby girl just said she want it all Baby, arch your back just like a bendy straw I might have to buy this bitch a mini mall Little by the little, I'ma get it all I can give you little, I'ma give it all I got blood on my true blues If it ain't 'bout the money then it's Blue's Clues I'm thinkin' after five [?], I'ma hit the moon Why the brokest nigga loudest in the room? [Chorus] Money change a bitch but it ain't changin' me I'm poppin' out his sweats, hop out the AMG I probably woke up to what these niggas make in a week Exotic soda, I ship it, so it make me sleep, dummy I got it out the mud, you got the EDD Your shit don't really bust, that ain't no real VV (Nope) Lil' nigga, the famous bitches come lay with me TSA'll check the bag but ain't no .8 on me