MoneyMan Lyrics

$500 and you're okay with that

I'm not okay with that

All you're gonna do is spend it just to get it back

1 WAY DA MOB NIGGA

$500 every week and you're okay with that

And all you're gonna do is spend it all just to get it back

Everything that you see that's on me costs at least a rack

They can put my ass up on the sideline, I'm still gon' get a sack

Them kicks cost you a hunnid, my bro spend $350

Hot as hell, sittin' in the boot, come and sit with me

Even if you had a V8, you still won't, alright

Even if you had a V8, you still won't get with me

Do the dash, almost had to crash till we spent Willie

All I want is cheese, not the steak when I'm in Philly

Laughin' out loud all the time, this bitch too silly

I won't release another deep ass breath until I see Millie

I won't release another deep breath, I might just pass out

In the club, throwin' ones up, cause it's ass out

There's so much money in this bag, I'm throwin' cash out

If I leave the club with some bitches, we gon' stab out

I'm gettin' tired of this bitch, where the new bitches

Just me and bro, and it's four of em, I took two bitches

It's crazy once you get a lot of money, you can choose bitches

If they ain't really tryna make no money, I'm lookin' through bitches

I'm gettin' tired, but if it's for some money, boy, I'm charged up

Parkin' whip so bad, you need the cables just to start up

It's one way and it's up, so I'm finna fuck the charts up

He broke the hellcat down just to go and give the parts up

Five hundred dollars every week and you're okay with that

And all you're gonna do is spend it all just to get it back

Everything that you see that's on me, cost at least a rack

They can put my ass up on the sideline, I'm still gon' get a sack