Money In My Jeans

Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Snap Capone] If it's beef call me up, I'm like the weed man Head shot turn your head red, Ed Sheeran Pussy boy singing like Adele, pussy boys want me up in jail I've got money on my mind and your bitch on my dick I'm in the 6 Series loading up the big fat clip Pagans say they're on me, they ain't gonna do shit I'm with ST, better wear your vest tee, in that GT Continental Bentley Fresh like a newborn, I shoot corn raw like YouPorn Or sushi, strapped with the Uzi Come around and spray it up loosely, bitch I ain't choosy Fat bum and fat tits I'm gonna fuck her standing cause there's money in the mattress I be on some mad shit, Magnum glued to a nigga like a magnet Head shot back split [Hook - Stardom] Money in my jeans, whistle on my waist I ain't tryna go back so don't make me catch a case Money in my jeans, burner and my gloves Allow me, I'll leave yourself flying with the doves Money in my jeans, whistle on my waist I ain't tryna go back so don't make me catch a case Money in my jeans, burner and my gloves Allow me, I'll leave yourself flying with the doves [Verse 2 - Stardom] Old beef got me rolling with my mash I'm with Snap in the C-Class tryna get the P fast Distribute A, B, C class, tell this ting relax, beef got me in like a pizza Pizza man, bitch want a piece of man Italian down to the socks, I put the G in swag P's in bags got me putting tees in bags Black and red trim on the man, AC Milan Money in the mattress, I be on some mad shit Coke in the water, it started stretching out like Spandex Down to nick sambas, I'm good for some bangers These niggas ain't goons they're some athletic pranksters Money in my Dolce, boss call me Jozay Plug's called Jose cause he's got that old Trey I've got the nina in the nina I went to sleep last night and woke up realer [Hook - Stardom] Money in my jeans, whistle on my waist I ain't tryna go back so don't make me catch a case Money in my jeans, burner and my gloves Allow me, I'll leave yourself flying with the doves Money in my jeans, whistle on my waist I ain't tryna go back so don't make me catch a case Money in my jeans, burner and my gloves Allow me, I'll leave yourself flying with the doves [Verse 3 - Stardom & Snap Capone] S-T, S-N, rolling round West End No gloves on, my ting's toting, Smith & Wesson From Brum town to my town it's click click bang bang Kick game Van Damme, nine or the Agram? Brum town, London city, course a nigga keep it gritty Mob ties Snap Capone, YM Frank Nitti .38 long nose, head shot one ho All my niggas gun hold, Stardom you dun know Say nizzy, dun know, strapped when I'm on road Broad day shooting, anytime we let this wham go Neck shot, head shot, chest shot, riding with the best Glock All my niggas get guap, the TEC pops Head rock, bed rock, lightning with the red dot Send that nigga ten shots, that nigga's dead darg [Hook - Stardom] Money in my jeans, whistle on my waist I ain't tryna go back so don't make me catch a case Money in my jeans, burner and my gloves Allow me, I'll leave yourself flying with the doves Money in my jeans, whistle on my waist I ain't tryna go back so don't make me catch a case Money in my jeans, burner and my gloves Allow me, I'll leave yourself flying with the doves