Money

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Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly.

With money you can make a smash. There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money.

There is nothing like a newly minted pound. Money, money, money, money.

Everyone must thank her for the butchness of a banker.

It's accountancy that makes the world go round, round, round, round.

You can keep your worthless ways, for it's only just a phase. Money, money, money makes the world go round

Money Carlo, big sharks on my ankles.

I draped out off my rod, Cartier bangles.

I go military boys with the angles.

Gotta upgrade the stars out of space with me.

All I blew cash in a rubber band.

Mount this , she in Barbie land.

Drop a count of diamonds, rock 'em by the ten.

-I'm the street Ant, Kurt Cobain -Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb.

My chopper sing in the auto-tune.

Bad bitch in my hotel room. Take a Perc' right before we fuck and act a fool.

Sad money, I got blue face diamonds. I'm at the top but I'ma keep on climbing.

I got a on my hip, no silence.

Mama told me don't trust nobody. Damn mama, you seen it coming.

That's why I don't keep this heat for nothing. Try me then you're getting one.

Plus one and a couple more, uh. Thirty shots when I am all done.

Right, right, did I do the math right?

Stomp 'em out, Raph and my raps fill my raft

Money Carlo, big sharks on my ankles.

I draped out off my rod, Cartier bangles.

I go military boys with the angles.

Gotta upgrade the stars out of space with me.

All I blew cash in a rubber band.

Mount this , she in Barbie land.

Drop a count of diamonds, rock 'em by the ten.

-I'm the street Ant, Kurt Cobain -Ayo, lettin' him get up in it when he came home.

After a long day, you know that sex game strong.

Headed to the crib, baby, hang on. Ding-dong, got the Alexander Wang on.

Wait, free Thug. She heard that he eating my , did the face, uh.

Pretty, no makeup, I ain't have to put my face on. Stay in your lane, don't get gas at that station.

Give him the chills, I got him head over heels.

Sucking my toes while he massaging my heels.

He wanna lick the rapper, no chance. They try to ride my wave, but they end up on the sand.

I got wild hitters and hustlers all on my payroll.

Type of niggas hit the block, move the crack and that yayo.

I got wild chicas who do whatever I say so.

'Bout that dinero, so if you want me you gotta peso.

Just put a couple grand in some rubber bands.

Bitches want my luck, couldn't get a glance.

They wonder what I gross like my name was Lance. It's Barbie bitches, drop like twenty mil' on Barbie Land

Money Carlo, big sharks on my ankles. I draped out off my rod, Cartier bangles.

I go military boys with the angles.

Gotta upgrade the stars out of space with me.

All I blew cash in a rubber band.

Mount this , she in Barbie land.

Drop a count of diamonds, rock 'em by the ten. I'm the street Ant, Kurt Cobain

Money on the dog, they go grr, grr, grr. On the sidewalk, he give me ten o'clock.

I grow Michael soft, drink it, I suggest clout.

Bitch, I been a boss since a -goddamn kid -Hop out on the block with it.

Make 'em do the Cha Cha Cha.

I rode the drop box with your bae and I got my rocks off.

She saw the socks off on me and they was Gucci.

I been a hoover and they been whispering, "I didn't need no coochie. "

I'm living life as a pimp. I put a bitch on these shrimps.

I'm high in the sky like a blimp. I cop a Rollie wrist for some Timbs. What's the definition of real?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You just showing you still, -yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah -Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money. Money, money, money, money, money, money.

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