Money Dance

Oh shit Hello Everybody S-O-K-A I don't even wanna talk about my money I got hunnids I got 50s I got 20s and the honeys Did you wanna pop a pill Roll a blunt and we can chill Baby, when you rocking with me life's a game 'cause I'm a thrill I got money on my mind, do my money dance Talking shit up on my mama, yeah we throwing hands When I'm done throwing hands with your stupid ass I took your mama to the club, started throwing bands Throwing bands took a dub, got a pocket rocket Not a gun but the one that be cherry popping Pullin' up red dot aiming for your noggin Hit you in the head fuck 12 but I'm never stopping Now you stare while I do my money walk And everybody wanna pull up while they motherfuckin' talk And I got, good head from a hoe I don't even know DSL had to blow so I let it go I didn't know what to say for my intro Do this all for my family and my kinfolk Shawty coming over and she bringing all her friends though I don't like spending money, go to Quiznos And I got water I'll be fucking on your daughter She be calling me her daddy when I'm not even her father She be twerking on my lap and I'm not Saweetie but I tapped And everybody know you other motherfuckers made of cap And you know I'm on a come up 'boutta break the fucking ceiling Shawty fell in love I took her heart she said I'm stealing Now I just be popping on your bitch You know I'm really rich All these other hoes, they wanna suck up on my dick Now, I don't give a fuck I got money on my mind, do my money dance Talking shit up on my mama, yeah we throwing hands When I'm done throwing hands with your stupid ass I took your mama to the club, started throwing bands Throwing bands took a dub, got a pocket rocket Not a gun but the one that be cherry popping Pullin' up red dot aiming for ya noggin Hit you in the head fuck 12 but I'm never stopping No stopping I'm pulling up then I'm pulling out Call me yacht, I'll put you inside a coffin now No way one day gotta make it out Not the hood, but the hell that I'm always talking about No way swear to God so I need to pray Money coming in every single fucking day Yeah, I dropped that bitch she was in my way If you 'boutta slide, pull up with a bag of Lays I got money on my mind, do my money dance Talking shit up on my mama, yeah we throwing hands When I'm done throwing hands with your stupid ass I took your mama to the club, started throwing bands Throwing bands took a dub, got a pocket rocket Not a gun but the one that be cherry popping Pullin' up red dot aiming for ya noggin Hit you in the head fuck 12 but I'm never stopping