[Hook Def] Money and bitches Bitches and money I'm addicted to money My only interest is money You ain't gettin' it sonny Thats why yo' bitches wan' fuck me You want me Come find me I'm right at the end of the money (2x's) (1st time, Stack) (2nd time, Whoo)
[Verse 1 Merk]
Money and bitches, I got it made And I keep 'em clean like I got a maid And I'm stuntin' with this bread Fuck that modest face They tell me this money'll kill you I tell 'em I'm not afraid See I grind for this shit grind for this shit So much I ain't got time for this shit Money everywhere swear I lie in the shit Me too hell no you lying and shit I'm keepin' a stack This is what I do Im livin' to rap man I'm dying to spit I'm too high in this shit Mixtapes on deck I'm supplying this shit Cause I am the shit, bitch Yes I am the smell My pockets too fat They wide and they swell I'm trying to tell You, if gluttony is a sin I'm dying in hell Fuck it cause I refuse to be one of these niggas Eatin' but barely they skin and bones Make it to the top get so high and they fell Splat, fall face plant See me I ball Space Jam And you just mad Cause we taking y'all place then, (Sorry) Sore loser Now that ain't nice at all Shake hands We taking over This is this is just a small chase bank
[Hook Def]
Money and bitches Bitches and money I'm addicted to money My only interest is money You ain't gettin' it sonny Thats why yo' bitches wan' fuck me You want me Come find me I'm right at the end of the money (2x's) (1st time, Stack) (2nd time, Whoo)
[Verse 2 Los]
I gotta choppa named Charlie A bitch named Charlie Wit' a choppa on a Harley That'll chop a ho for me Li'l proper snow bunny That'll chop a whole onion When it's goin' down She got that geronimo for me Got a bitch named Cris That only drink Moe I got a bitch named Moe That only drink Cris I bring Chrissy mo' Moe I bring Moe mo' Cris Meet 'em at the mo-mo And then I fuck both chicks Cause bitch I ball, John Wall, Chris Paul, Paul Pierce Bitch eyeballs'll fall out her head I over ball just like eyelids I'm over y'all just like pilots Stop eyeballin' this life I live You ain't do shit once that twice I did So stop talkin' bout whatcha finna do Whatcha meant ta do Whatcha men'll do You pretended you were Such a general But in general Ten of you couldn't equal one me nigga Better act right you could stand on the moon With a flashlight still couldn't son me nigga Im comfy nigga And you mufuckas be bums And I'm more like a Bun-B nigga Underground king Come and see What a Pimp-C And do you I done done me Im out
[Hook Def]
Bitches and money Always after the money I crack a bottle Smash a model Get back to the money See thats the model that we follow You lackin' it dummy That's why the gat by the tummy 'Case one you bastards act funny No work no fame That's why famers go beserk on lames And I squirt those flames on the worst propane No pain no gain and my verse cocaine Cause its D-E-F hyphen N hyphen M E-R-K flow firemen I admit If you ever thought you was fly as them try again You're a deer trapped in a lion's den, RAW (GOT DAMNNN) Man I stroggle hard, bow guard And go off Oh-Lah When the lights get low And the crowd gets quiet When beginners start the mic and so guard your broad If ya bitch type bad With a ass quite fat I'mma pipe that backseat Of the white Jag Had a night cap last week Over my pad Made her bite that scratch me Sorry MY BAD (I'm sorry) Is that too raw Or too explicit If you can't take it Why is you listenin' And before I wanted this shit My mind was only on money and bitches
[Hook Def]
Money and bitches Bitches and money I'm addicted to money My only interest is money You ain't gettin' it sonny Thats why yo bitches wan' fuck me You want me Come find me I'm right at the end of the money (2x's) (1st time, Stack) (2nd time, Whoo)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
