Money

[Intro: Saucy Santana]

(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)

Bitch, I get money, stop motherfuckin' playin' wit' me

(It's Trax season bruh)

[Chorus: Saucy Santana]

Money makin' bitch, I ain't ever chasin' dick (Money)

(Ayy, run me my money)

Money Making Mitch, I'm always paid in full sis (Money Making Mitch)

(Ayy, run me my money)

Always talkin' slick, pay your rent before you diss

(Ayy, run me my money)

And I can talk my big shit, I got designer on my lips (Big shit)

(Ayy, run me my money)

[Verse 1: Saucy Santana]

Bust it open like I'm Luke

He wanna pull this ass over, toot toot

Fuckin' all night, booted off the boot

He bustin' back to back, chile, he ain't scared to shoot (Ahh)

All I do is get paid

Got these bitches lined up like I'm in a parade (Line it up)

Actin' out, this ain't charades

I'm a real Florida bitch but I am not from Dade (305)

Don't brag on your bag, baby boy, you gotta spend it (Yeah)

I-N-D, you can't make me a dependent (IND)

I'm headin' to the top, only if the Lord willing (Thank the Lord)

I don't fuck with broke bitches, I need room for all these millions

Body snatched up but sis, I ain't Brazilian

I just copped me a Benz, at the top, ain't no ceiling

Cash, check or charge

Birkin bag, Chanel swag, swipe your card (Yeah)

[Chorus: Saucy Santana]

Money makin' bitch, I ain't ever chasin' dick (Money)

(Ayy, run me my money)

Money Making Mitch, I'm always paid in full sis (Money Making Mitch)

(Ayy, run me my money)

Always talkin' slick, pay your rent before you diss

(Ayy, run me my money)

And I can talk my big shit, I got designer on my lips (Big shit)

(Ayy, run me my money)

[Verse 2: Renni Rucci]

I need my money on time, be quick on your feet

Ain't a rap bitch out really fuckin' with me

Yeah, I look like money, dollar sign physique

And I love me a nigga, lick pussy and feet

I got a big ole' ass for him to munch on

He ain't got a bag? Tell the broke nigga "Get gone"

Givin' up the pussy 'cause you love him, did the shit wrong

Nigga, run me my money, leave your feelings and your bitch home

Yeah, next caller, big dick baller

Like my nigga tall and his money way taller

Know they say the money make a bitch pussy holler

Heard he got the M's and I need every dollar

[Chorus: Saucy Santana]

Money makin' bitch, I ain't ever chasin' dick (Money)

(Ayy, run me my money)

Money Making Mitch, I'm always paid in full sis (Money Making Mitch)

(Ayy, run me my money)

Always talkin' slick, pay your rent before you diss

(Ayy, run me my money)

And I can talk my big shit, I got designer on my lips (Big shit)

(Ayy, run me my money)

[Outro]

(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)

(It's Trax season bruh)