money on money

Young Thug

(Wheezy outta here)
(808 Mafia)
The Wagster, turn me up some
Yeah, okay

Money on money, these millions, you 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, nigga, no rent
I don t want you goin to do nothin
If I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin for nothin
And I gotta be the one callin em friend
Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don t know the kind
I don t know the name of it
Fucked this lil bitch last night and this morning
But I don t know the name of her
She told that pussy she don t know nothin about him
And it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

Mama, you a thot (Uh)
I don t want shots (Uh)
Brother, you a rat (My brother)
Twin, you a pack (Twin)
Runnin through Saks (Hey)
Louis V slacks (Louis)
Hermès trench (Hermès)
Swimmin pool heated (Ooh)
Yeah, she ain t tryna eat it (She ain t tryna what?)
Shawty, you can beat it (Beast)
Drinkin two-liter, ride a two-seater (Uh, uh)
Ridin with a eater (Beast)
Callin me papi, I m callin her mami and señorita
(Uh, yeah, all of it)
I ain t bein cocky
But I ve been puttin on ever since beepers
(No kizzy)
Fuck me good the first day, a nigga might keep her
(Fuck a nigga good)
Blowin money fast like a fuckin cheetah (Mm, that s good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas (Ah, yeah, yeah)
Bugatti, Spyder, whippin that bitch from the side

Money on money, these millions, you dig?
I m spendin this shit on my bitch and my kids
(Puttin shit up for my kids)
I m sittin in the Bent , not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip, nigga, 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 (Hah)
These fuck niggas tellin for nothin
And I gotta be the one callin em friend (On God)
Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don t know the kind
I don t know the name of it (I don t know the name of it)
Fucked this lil bitch last night and this morning
But I don t know the name of her (What s her name?)
She told that pussy, she don t know nothin about him
And it fucked his fame up (Haha)
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

You identify my bitches with APs
She ain t got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belong to the streets (Ski)

Uh-huh, spoiled lil bitch, went Patek (Huh)
Rose gold snake, she a baddie (Uh-huh)
Transport foreign, go slatty (Uh-huh)
Doggin out a ho like Shaggy (Beep)
Could ve went Spec , went with Caddy (Ah)
Pull up with the cutter, we ready (Yeah)
Fucked a opp bitch, I m petty (Ah)
Iced out bolognese spaghetti (Yeah)
First off, gotta go baguettie (Slime)
Talk less, do more spinnin (Yeah)
Walk down, shit ll get drenchy (Ooh)
Turnt the whole city up litty (Skrrt)
Bad bitch could ve went viddy (Wow)
Savage, 21 killers (Brr)
Brabus, ridin with your sister, huh
Dog-ass ho, you a thotty, ayy
Bruh turn cop, new body, uh
Twin, you a rat, you smoked, uh
Shoot em in the head, you the GOAT, uh
Could ve went fed, went broke, uh
Trap nigga livin out the ocean, yeah
The Phantom, the Rolls, I don t know
The eaters go everywhere I go (Uh-ah)

Money on money, these millions, you 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, nigga, no rent
I don t want you goin to do nothin
If I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin for nothin
And I gotta be the one callin em friend
Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don t know the kind
I don t know the name of it
Fucked this lil bitch last night and this morning
But I don t know the name of her
She told that pussy, she don t know nothin about him
And it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud