歌词
Ay, Royce, run it up
The rooms spinning slow cause I'm off something
Still keep control, only popped one
Throwing cash in the air and they all hundreds
Fuck that other ****, he ain't got none
So when you gonna let him know?
Know you wanna leave with me
Show you where the money grow
Take you to the money tree
Your **** down bad, he broke
He's trying to get in for free
Shawty wanna hit my line
Money phone go ring ring ring
Money phone go ring ring ring
Money phone go ring ring ring
Money phone go ring ring ring
Money phone go ring ring ring
I'm letting you know something
All these **** that talking don't know nothing
I been running shit up by my lonesome
Bitches tell me I'm rude but I'm wholesome
I been minding my business for real, but I can get disrespectful off the potion
Where the Henny, ****, let me pour some
I just sip it to kill my emotion
In the club and the bitches keep coming in
That's ya ****? He broke, why you come with him?
Stop the cap, you know you not in love with him
Hanging all over me like the jungle gym
Girl, my money don't even be doubling, only be tripling, ball like I'm dribbling
Money grow longer, don't ever be shriveling
My life a movie like somebody filming it
Girl, I know that you feeling this
No, we not gon' last
But I'm still trynna kick it with your ass
So tell me what's your plan
Later we gonna Uber to my end
Then we could film a movie, Kim Kardash
So, baby, throw it back, ay
I see that you came here with yo man (Hey)
But I know he not gonna hit it like I can
I know he don't
And I ain't trynna fight your other ****, no, he mad
You should prolly tell him you ain't coming back (You're stuck with me)
Money phone go ring ring ring
Money phone go ring ring ring
Money phone go ring ring ring
Money phone go ring ring ring
The rooms spinning slow cause I'm off something
Still keep control, only popped one
Throwing cash in the air and they all hundreds
Fuck that other ****, he ain't got none
So when you gonna let him know?
Know you wanna leave with me
Show you where the money grow
Take you to the money tree
Your **** down bad, he broke
He's trying to get in for free
Shawty wanna hit my line
Money phone go ring ring ring
Money phone go ring ring ring
Money phone go ring ring ring
Money phone go ring ring ring
Money phone go ring ring ring
Written by: Tona Glover