Yea I love my money
Yea Im backing selling pies to get rich
I can turn five into 6ix
Cause I love my money
Yea I love my money
Turn ten into twenty
Turn a dub into fourty
She in love with woadie
She don't fuck with jody's
Cause I love my money
Yea I love my money
Turn ten to twenty
Turn that dub to forty
Cause I love my money
Yea I love my money
And I guess that's why I stay fresher
Top notch pimp, get the most not the lesser
Keep a nine on my dresser
Certified finesser, so now I'm fuckin' with them pornstars
Adios to my old broads
Muscle on strong like them ol' cars
Brick worth a lot like a gold bar
Got work, now shorty tryna blow jobs
NASCAR Jimmy! I be flexing fuck [?]
And my shorty still water whippin'
I'm just posted like the coastguard
Coast to coast like the point guard
No flaws swear I go hard
Now my bands turned paper, so I gotta keep 'em rubbers
Even though my bitch pussy clean
She still from the gutter
Bad bitch, she my lil' lady lover
Now I break bread with her baby brother
She stretch all the butter, she cook like no other
(She stretch all the butter!)
See, I always knew that I need a project bitch
(I need a project bitch)
Cause a posh bitch won't stick, when your pies don't flip
But you know my pies flip!
Cause I love my money
Yea I love my money
(I love it, I love it)
Turn ten to twenty
(Turn ten into twenty)
Turn ten to twenty
(Turn ten into twenty!)
Cause I love my money
(I love it, I love, I love it)
Yea I love my money
Yea Im baking selling pies to get rich
(To get rich!)
I can turn five into 6ix
(I can turn five into 6ix!)
I love it Ain't shit been the same in the 6ix man
Since Drizzy made the whole city famous! (Whole city famous!)
Coach put me in the game playing sixth man
West end nigga now I'm feelin' like I made it (Like I made it!)
I'ma fuck around and drop 'bout 80 on the majors
Breaking records like I'm Kobe on the Lakers
For the record, I was talking 'bout the labels nigga
Fuck it, 'gon park up the Mercedes
Lines tapped, they fucking with the cables
Pray to god I don't fall out with my angels
Cause Lucifer been promising me favors
And I just gave the jesus piece a brand new facial
My sense of grind and hustle man that shit should motivate you
Cause I love my money
Yea I love my money
I love my money
Yea I love my money
Broke nigga wanna know what my name is
Tell him check his girlfriend iPod playlist
A lot of haters, a lot of paper
Sak pase to my Haitians
I got a bitch who only talk Balenciagas and Margielas
These niggas talking more than cats who work at the car centres
Black panamera got me looking like Ozzy Osbourne nigga
I'm on, I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (long gone)
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (so long gone)
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (I'm gone!)
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (Swear to god that I'm gone)
I'm whippin' it, like I need me a stretcher I'm flippin' it, like my bitch acrobatic I'm dippin' in, that brand new fresh Tesla The president, I won the election Them Benjamin's, I got the connection I'm rippin' it, tryna fuck me a check up I'm hittin' em, applying the pressure I'm whippin' it, till I'm done with the extras! Cause I love my money, I love my money
I love my money, yea I love my money
I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it
Yea I love my money, you know I love my money
Ouu I love this paper!
Ouu I love this money!
Damn I love the grind!
Damn I love this flexing!
Yea I love it! I love! I love it!
Damn I love this paper!
Fuck I love this money!
I love it! I love it! I love it!...