I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right, like a Blazer
Yeah, yeah, yah
We argue, we fight, and we fuss
And we fuck and we muggin each other
I eat it, I lick it
I treat it, I dont wanna leave it defeated
Come on and fuck on me
Run from me, buck on me, yeah
Put luck on me, pull up on me
Feel ups on me, suck gifts on me
Fuck is you hatin for?
I am so different, come have a tour
I caught him disturbin the peace
And I left him extinct, like a dinosaur
Drownin in that mud like a muhfuckin rhinoceros
I didnt think that she was a freak, but she kinda was
Yeah, she was a freaky little bitch
I didnt get a chance to even eat that little bitch
Do you mind if I keep that little bitch
Im gone, when I fuck a bitch, Im straight outta the trenches
Do you mind if I need that little bitch?
Do you mind if I feed her to the clique?
If you mind, I dont ever wanna be rich
And Ima rip that money up with my clique like a pick, yeah
I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right like a Blazer
Yeah, yeah, yah
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
Racks on racks, on racks on racks, on racks on racks, on racks on racks
Hit it from the back and I cant see nothin like a cataract
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah
Standin back, lookin like Im bammin it
Smokin packs, lookin at you runnin that
Ima die lookin at your humble ass
Come in, baby, thats my mama, baby
My heart racin, and Im so impatient
Call Metro and let leak Speed Racer
Cook that dope up, but no Easy Baker
I swear to God, I only fucked I didnt cake her
I was too busy buyin acres
Thats my bitch, nigga, thats my bitch
She can never come fuck you if shes my bitch
Gold VVS, I go Mitch
And I swear you gon get hit if its a hit
Bitch, Ive been the boss of ever since
All my fuckin cups dirty like a ditch
Im in beast mode, like Marshawn Lynch
And if it dont make dollars, then it dont make sense
But me? I swear...
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right like a Blazer
Yeah, yeah, yah