Love Money

[Hook] Yes I do love money Keep my whole clique stuntin’ Nothing but them hundreds Keep them ones, don’t want em.. Yes I do love money Keep my whole clique stuntin’ Nothing but them hundreds Keep them ones, don’t want em.. [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] L-O-V-E M-O-N-E-Y Cop the True Religion tee And threw 300 in the sky Polo shoes on my feet And my pants are saggin’ Looking so pretty You would’ve thought I was a faggot Watch the hood get it Cook it like chicken And I got the combo And it came with biscuits And I got the combo (Respect in here) And it came with biscuits (SOD) [Soulja Boy (Big Sean)] Yes I do love money Keep my whole clique stuntin’ Nothing but them hundreds Keep them ones, don’t want em.. Yes I do love money Keep my whole clique stuntin’ Nothing but them hundreds Keep them ones, don’t want em.. Yes I do love money (Yes, I Do) Yes I do love money (B-I-G Sean Don Nigga) Keep my whole clique stuntin’ (Yea that's right, Sean Don) Yes I do love money (Yes, I Do, Detroit) Keep my whole clique stuntin' (Oh my, GOD) Yes I do love money (Oh My, GOD) Nothing but them hundreds (Finally Famous, Gettin) Keep them ones, don’t want em.. (Boi, Boi,Boi, I Do It) [Verse 2: Big Sean] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Why everything green is good for me? I'm what these bitch ass niggas couldn’t be 6 miles that’s just the hood in me Peep my ghetto poetry I'm getting high and rappin’: that’s flowetry Is that a green carpet? Now the whole floor a tree I swear to God ain't no ho in me But I'm in hoes I'm probably in your ho Aw shit there go a staple At least you know my bitch centerfold I belong in the Guinness From most style I rented Don’t fuck with these niggas Im fuckin they misses Im stacking my money My money get interest My interest get business My business get bitches B-I-G Bitch, I do it, Boi