Make Money

[Hook]

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

[Verse 1]

I think I seen this on the TV show

Bitch you ain’t heard of me before

Been there, done that, that’s my old ho

I was feeling like you need to know

Niggas tryna sneak diss

F&N, pussy peep this

It’s a flood, pussy leaking

Cleanup on aisle 3 shit

Charge it to the game, no defense

In the game, tryna stay away from bleachers

I just got to stay away from leeches

Cause I got a good heart, heart decent

Brown skin, short hair, come and get this

Low down dirty shame, call me peaches

One after another, that’s a sequence

I ain’t really really into all that beefing

All these nigga rats for that cheese shit

Snitching, telling everything they seen shit

Bout that action, I might pop up on his seam quick

Come through and shoot shoot, leave the scene quick

Yo

[Hook]

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

[Verse 2]

Baby I can’t dance, I can’t bust no moves

But my diamonds they be dancing and might bust a move

Let a nigga try me, we gon’ bust a move

They hit the block, being high like [Chris Tucker] do

Chillin’, watching crush [groove]

[Oba] fat boy, what’s up dude?

We might pull up in a truck or two

You can’t get in, we don’t fuck with you

Lazy ass niggas don’t make no moves

Ain't check us at the door, we got in with the tools

One shot boom, two shoots ooh

I don’t know shit, I’m like who shot who?

Margiela’s, Chanel, I’m giving ‘em hell

This shit should be a crime

I bet I make bail

Hold up, wait, fuck 12

I only pop champagne just to pour it in the air, yeah

[Hook]

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

[Verse 3]

In my Rolls, read the newspaper

8 ball, left pocket on the pool table

Stash the money in the pool table

Walk in, I need ones and a booth table

All these hoes love money, I’m [convinced] baby

I love money too, I’m a boss baby

I been going nuts getting off lately

Out of your league, I need that money like the golf player

Me and you together, heart to heart baby

I’m just joking, just a thought baby

You ain’t got no job, boy you Tommy

All these fake ass mobs, y’all not Italian

Used to hit the candy lady and get Laffy Taffys

Back when they was singing “Girl shake that Laffy Taffy”

Niggas don’t come direct, niggas try be petty

I ain’t lying, I got 100 in my fanny packy

[Hook]

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money

Make money money, make money money

Take money money, take money money