She said, when I be in the club Posted with my thugs, that I be so elegant She can't get enough I'm looking at your body, yeah and I can't get enough Just know, it ain't fuckin' love I'm getting to the money and the money come alive She can't get enough

Make that money Make that money, girl (Put the money in my hand, money in my hand) So get up on the throne (Queen) Now make that money, girl Stay up on a level so high they can't reach (Queen) So get you all of that millions, yeah eh Time's up, runnin'

I probably have it off, these niggas so soft Bitch I go so hard And I go so hard My leather so soft, my top so soft She said my leather so soft, my top so soft And I go so hard, yeah I get money ho, fuck what you talkin' 'bout Straight out the

Come rain or come shine Happy together, unhappy together Wouldn't it be fine Days may be cloudy or sunny We're in or we are out of the money, yeah I'm with you rain or shine I'm gonna love you, like no one loves you High as a mountain, deep as a river I

Took the whip offshore (yeah) I took a chick offshore You should get out more (hey, hey) And you should get out more, you should get out more When we hit that floor, all the money downpour Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star Going

Working my money 'til I get gold Monday-Friday mornin' When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again 'Cause I can't get enough One hundred percent, yeah, pure grindin' Cause I can't get enough Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The

Get your money, black man (black man) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Don't catch you slippin' up Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody You go tell somebody Girl, you got me dancin' (yeah, girl, you got me dancin') Look what I'm

I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead I don't wanna be you I wanna make a lot of money But I don't wanna go to school I don't wanna get a real job It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

That's what I want Now give me money That's what I want, yeah Money don't get everything it's true What it don't get, I can't use A lot of money The best things in life are free But you can keep them for the birds and bees You're lovin' gives me a thrill