Money ft. Wickalas Lyrics

And like I love to get money like that's my favorite thing

(Money, money, money, money, money, money)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I wake up I think bout the money

I had a dream I was dreaming bout money

Put on my shoes and then run to the money

Made me some money my day just got sunny

Your hoe like money, I could fuck your honey, cause I got money and I know she want it

I stay with the bucks like my name Giannis

And you ain't got no money nigga lets be honest, like stop lying bruh

These niggas be capping talking bout they got money, talking bout they got motion, y'all niggas really ain't having that, like on god

Y'all niggas fraudulent bruh, on god

Like I'm knowing that y'all not having it, on god

Your hoe know I'm having it

She flip on that dick, she a acrobat

My neck look like a damn avalanche

I stay in the bank that's my habitat

I ink on her face, she don't have a tat

I'm kicking shit like a damn soccer match

I'm punching in shit like a boxing max

Fuck a shoebox nigga I got a box of racks

Yeah, I got a box of racks

Stay out my mother fucking habitat

All of my slimes they go tit for tat

Eli, he throwing the open like quarterback

But bitch you knowing that

She got a fat ass and she throw it back

I'm throwing money, money, money, money

Yeah, bitch big hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds

Got hella hundreds, hundreds, hundreds

Got hella racks this shit abundant

I pop out, sticks, yeah bitch I'm gunning

She suck my dick, that bitch so gummy

I'm rocking blue, yeah bitch like sonic

Like Evil Knievel bitch I been stunting

No, bitch I can't feel, yeah the pain is numbing

I'm cracking the seal, bitch, what you been hiding?

I'm king of the hill, I take all the lighting

My diamonds they hit, like them bitches fighting

Bitch check out my style, I know you've been biting

You don't gotta tell me, I know you don't like me, it's okay cause your diamonds only shine in lighting

It's me vs you nigga why is you siding?

Bitch I'm a real nigga, I'm very residing

This straight from the head, I don't do no writing

I told that bitch get down and do it like Nike

I'm feeling so holy, I'm feeling like Nike, I feel like a god

Nigga not real, he is a fraud

Pull up with a steel, yeah we got rods

If you don't know who produced this shit it's Moss, Moss, my nigga Jah

Money, money, money, money, money, money

I wake up I think bout the money

I had a dream I was dreaming bout money

Put on my shoes and then run to the money

Made me some money my day just got sunny

Your hoe like money, I could fuck your honey, cause I got money and I know she want it

I stay with the bucks like my name Giannis

And you ain't got no money nigga lets be honest