Money On Money (feat. Future)

Wheezy outta here

808 Mafia

Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spendin' this shit on my bitch and my kids

I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip, ****, no rent

I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin

These fuck **** tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend

Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it

Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her

She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up

We want the same mud, not the green, my ****, the same mud

Mama, you a thot, I'on want shots (You a thot, ah)

Brother, you a rat, twin, you a pack (My brother, twin)

Runnin' through Saks, Louis V slacks (Hey, Louis)

Hermès trench, swimmin' pool heated (Hermès, ooh)

She ain't tryna eat it, shawty, you can beat it (She ain't tryna what? Beat it)

Drinkin' 2-liter, ride a 2-seater, ridin' with a eater (Uh-huh, beef)

Callin' me papi, I'm callin' her mami and señorita (Uh-huh, yeah, all of it)

I ain't bein' cocky, but I been puttin' on ever since beepers (No kizzy)

Fuck me good the first day, a **** might keep her (Fuck a **** good)

Blowin' money fast like a fuckin' cheetah (Damn, that's good)

I been in the trenches filled with hyenas (Ha)

Bugatti Spider whippin' that bitch from the side

Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spendin' this shit on my bitch and my kids (Puttin' this shit up for my kids)

I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip, ****, no rent (No rent, ya dig?)

I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin (Huh)

These fuck **** tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend (On God)

Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it (I'on know the name of it)

Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her (What's your name?)

She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up

We want the same mud, not the green, my ****, the same mud

You identify my bitches with APs

She ain't got a AP, she is not mine

You cold, he cold

She belongs to the streets

Ski

Spoiled lil' bitch wearin' a Patek, rose gold snake, she a baddie

Transpo foreign, go slatty, doggin' out a ho like Shaggy

Could've went Spec, went Caddy, pull up with the cutter, we ready

Fucked a opp bitch, I'm petty, iced out bolognese spaghetti

First off gotta go baguetti, talk less, do more spinnin'

Walk down, shit'll get drenchy, turnt the whole city up litty

Bad bitch could've went viddy, Savage, 21 killers

Brabus ridin' witcha sister, dog-ass ho, you a thotty

Bruh turn cop, new body, twin, you a rat, you smoked

Shoot 'em in the head, you da GOAT, could've went fed, went broke

Trap **** livin' out the ocean, the Phantom, the Rolls, I don't know

The eaters go wherever I go

Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spendin' this shit on my bitch and my kids

I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip, ****, no rent

I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin

These fuck **** tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend

Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it

Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her

She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up

We want the same mud, not the green, my ****, the same mud