Lotta moneymoney, I can have a cash war Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah) Lamborghini Urus is a fast car (Fast) I'm around the world, securin' me a bag, boy (Boy) Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next) Rolls Royce, got carpet in the

Dedicated man your favorite song Everybody in the club right now Tell the DJ's to turn it loud So you don't gotta be alone If you independent get your moneymoney girl (aye) If you ain't got no moneymoney Single ladies you cant go wrong (hey) (You don't gotta be

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 moneymoney, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing Forty thousand in my pocket (you see it) Another twenty on the way (you see it, ay) I got a fish for a dollar (you see it, uh) Five hundred for the Jays (you see it, ay) I get moneymoney out the ass (you see it) I

More moneymoney means more dough to blow (blow) Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More moneymoney means more dough for blow Way up in them Cali Hills,

You ain't going nowhere. Where you going, where you tryna go Baby, baby? Boy, you better listen to the words I say Boy, you better act like you got some sense, 'Cause you got a dime, and that's moneymoney well spent. Sit yourself down, 'cause you know you're

One day you'll go away You better run Before I go away God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my moneymoney but that shit don't work

Not even the king They can't afford what we've got All the king's horses and all the king's men Can't afford what we've got Some people so poor, all that they've got is moneymoney Oh, and diamonds Some people waste their life counting their thousands I don't

I break it down, I break it down How much moneymoney you got? (A lot) How much moneymoney you got? (Straight up) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many

We're broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man, nice to meet you," 'Cause if we don't find moneymoney We got some rich love Then what we got honey lifts it up Ooh, broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man," Ooh, but drink with you all damn night But