Money Ain't No Issue

[Intro: TakBar and DJ Drama] Yeah, it's DC nigga You see what we doing in these fucking streets Pushing the flyest whips, fucking the baddest chicks Big guns with 30 shot clips, motherfuckers can't see us All gold AP's, these niggas wearing G-Shocks We sending G4 pilots to the Wing Stop Going where they said we wouldn't and doing what they said we couldn't We come from nothing nigga, let's get this fucking money I got my money right, call me Rich Homie Dram [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I'm sipping on patrón nigga My bitch bad to the bone nigga She fucked up, I'm fucked up She like how we gon' get home nigga I can't smoke that strong nigga Swear that's word to my PO That lil chick to expensive for you I'll take her back like repo Say, shorty want a pair of red bottoms Fucked her good then I went and got 'em Percs got me fucking for a hour Got a boyfriend, forget about him I got young niggas that'll get it popping And all my niggas get a dollar Started of with an impala Now all my whips a hundred thousand Hold up, Now throw your rollies up in the air And wave that shit to the side nigga Bad bitches just popping pussy, you dead broke just die nigga On private jets, we fly nigga Sipping lean, we high nigga Stand tall, feet five nigga They riding for ya, they die with ya Say foreign whips my fucking problem Got a couple, don't fucking drive them My homies whip them like fucking molly Mo' money mo' fucking problems A Wraith coming, I take that I'm everywhere that that cake at Them hoes stunted, this the payback I'm in a Rolls Royce screaming out Maybach [Chorus: Future] Money ain't no issue I'm on them mollies and prescription Lean inside my cup I beat that pussy till she miss me Fuck nigga die slow, I don't give a fuck if he come up missing Any nigga gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya [Verse 2: Future] Young nigga in a Bimmer coupé with a lot of money and a lot of booze Young nigga getting plenty money I'm turnt up than Tom Cruise Mollies all in my cup nigga, screwed up I ain't slowing down AP I'm trigger happy nigga, young niggas at Atlanta Zoo Shootin the A up out the chamber, nigga [?] Bad bitch from Beverly hills, I'ma fuck her good on TMZ Quarter mill for the AP, Quarter mill for Lambo Quarter mill for a new truck, quarter mil' that's on the counter Freebandz I'm eating now, rock and roll, no guitar A lotta drugs and a lotta bitches I'ma fuck the bitch like a porn star [Chorus: Future] Money ain't no issue I'm on them mollies and prescription Lean inside my cup I beat that pussy till she miss me Fuck nigga die slow, I don't give a fuck if he come up missing Any nigga gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya [Verse 3: Fabolous] I'm just tryna chill but niggas really really want to make me talk reckless Have these niggas on your neck, you don't really really want to talk necklace Heard you got L's in the hood you don't really really want to talk Lexus We got it right now man you thing niggas really want to talk Nexus Fuck the nigga like his bitch say if she with me in a 6 trey She ride the stick every which way while shit play from the mixtape She say shit go hard, she say shit go hard, shorty sound like Big Sean (Swerve) Bitch keep saying "Oh God" (Oh God) I done fucked around and got used to money Fuck game I just use the money All the suckers get is middle fingers And the bum bitches get deuces from me So if you getting money, I salute you I'm saluting And if you getting mad I rebuke you, Final Solution Niggas like y'all find excuses Niggas like us rock exclusives I come through, beat them streets up cause my whip game so abusive nigga This that getting money music nigga When they play it all the winners gon' lose it nigga [Chorus: Future] Money ain't no issue I'm on them mollies and prescription Lean inside my cup I beat that pussy till she miss me Fuck nigga die slow, I don't give a fuck if he come up missing Any nigga gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya