I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child You kiss your bitch 'fore work, I make

Girl you make my speakers go boom boom You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans The best buzz I'm ever gonna find And high on summertime That kinda thing makes a man go mm mm Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be Hey I'm a little

Man, oh my God Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (hot) Make 'em spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her

Ain’t never gonna worry ‘bout nothin’ again I ain’t never gonna worry ‘bout nothin’ again Tryin’ to make the money but the money ain’t gonna make me You sittin’ there lookin’ all pretty And I love that feelin’ when the smile starts kickin’ in Paint the

Quit my job, ain't got no money Seems I have to leave this town Board the train that's eastward bound Packed my bags, run to the station Tell mama and all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell mama why I'm leaving

Money, get away Get a good job with good pay and you're okay Money, it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team Money, get back I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of

Your money, money, money Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole That don’t make you a hoe If you’re leaving with me And get that money, money, money You can take off your clothes Shawty, I don’t mind when you work until three Go make that money,

My mama she don't worry no more, they try to build me up, they can't Take me down (let's settle), in this time and in this city I gotta make That money because the mama still hungry, mama still hungry, I'm gonna Be a dad it ain't no baby, take care of my

Kill the Lights! Mr. Photographer I think I'm ready for my close-up (tonight) Make sure you catch me from my good side (pick one) Is that money in your pocket? Or you happy to see me? The lights pure

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The