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

I believe in love I believe in love, it's all we got Without love I wouldn't believe Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch War makes money, cancer sleeps Curled up in my father and that means something to me Churches and dictators, politics and

Your wishing well You find that life's not always what it seems, no no I'll give you a star So you know just where you are Love isn't money, it's not something you buy Throw me a penny and I'll make you a dream Then think of a rainbow and I'll make it

You're shakin' that money maker, Like a heart breaker, like your college major was Twistin' and tearin' up Friday nights Love the way you're wearin' those jeans so tight (so tight) I bet your kiss is a soul saver, My favorite flavor, want it now and

I'll forever remain faithful Make the money, don't let the money make you Change the game, don't let the game change you All my people stay true Watch the videos and get the girls in the back But if that's what I believe in, and the reason that I rap

Don't want your jewels, I want your drugs Don't want your money, want your love Jewels n' drugs, play that hustle Smother 'em, if you wanna be bad We know how to make that money Slap honey on a young pancake Ain't nothin' if it ain't family Yeah, it's

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

See me on the road with my bros, feds can't make man talk Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab, couple man made me walk Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick, couple man paid me short Caught him in West, he was tryna buy some creps, beat him

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