Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break) Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit

Bass lines and cars anything fast Makin' money last, hide it in a flask Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag Humping on my leg, yo I’m on my fuckin' glass Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club Tell them hoes I'll holler, stacks I got Fuck you pay

See how they run Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet Who finds the money when you pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase Sunday morning creeping like a nun

Girl put in work, girl girl put in work All that moneymoney, the money is the motive All that moneymoney, the money she be folding Girl put in work From the morning to the evening Complaints from the tenants Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant

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 moneymoney, cancer sleeps Curled up in my father and that means something to me Churches and dictators, politics and

I don't get along But on and on I get along with you I'll get along with you. With people who aren't kind With folks with only money on their minds And I don't get along with someone Who's always trying to tell me what to do Well I don't like

Soon as I thought I was having a good time This nigga think he slick See, everybody trying hit me with the homie convo And the homie convo Turn into the money convo (I ain't gon' beat around the bush my nigga Let a nigga borrow a couple hundred dollars

I'm not giving it up And you're the only thing that's going on in my mind Taking over my life a second time I don't have the capacity for fucking You're meant to be helping me When I said I liked it better without my moneymoney, I lied It took a little while

Here's to the farmer Here's to the farmer that plants the fields in the spring That turn from green to that harvest honey Hold one up for the banker downtown That got him on his feet with handshake money Here's to the farmer's wife That loves him every

Chemistry (chemistry) Chemistry, baby you and me (you and me) You and me, we've got (chemistry) Baby you and me Could this be that (chemistry) Chemistry, baby you and me Could you start to see that (chemistry) I got the money, and I got the time