ABOUT MONEY Lyrics by Destroy Lonely
What’s up, baby?
I’m touching down in your city
Brought the whole gang and I got fine *** with me (Black America)
Piling up the sand to the beach, we getting busy
*** with me, everything unlimited
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your *** in
My main ***, she fun, she just wanna *** and dance
I’m all about the money, another hunnid bands
If you a rich ***, hold up your *** chain (Woo, woo)
If you a bad ***, clap your *** ass (Woo, woo)
If you a bad ***, pop your *** bag (Woo, woo)
If you a rich ***, show these ***, make ’em mad
I’ve been getting extra ***, I know my momma mad
I’ve been taking care of my family, now I know my granny proud (Proud)
The gang elite, you can’t *** with this when we around
You get fly and fleet, BA coming through to shoot you down
My exotic fleet, Lambo’, Maybach, Lambo’
Got American muscle, got the Trackhawk going Rambo
We ain’t worried, we ain’t worried about it, dog
You can gon’ and *** that ***, ain’t worried about it, shawty
I’ve been flexing for 22 years and I ain’t stopping now
I’ve been geeking for 60 days, I’m ’bout to pop one now
I know you think it’s crazy last time you seen me, I ain’t have ***
Damn, I need a doctor, all this ice on me like I broke my wrist
2-step, 2-step, 2-step straight to your *** (2-step)
Diamonds dancing, huh, yeah, they 2-step in here (2-step)
Two piece they want, I count when I hit the *** stage
Two hunnid racks, I can off that ***, and ***, I got paid (Brr)
Woo, woo
Turn the mansion to a *** rave (Baby money)
I turnt up and went out to LA (Woo, woo, woo)
Baby, you can stay in my baby play house
What you wanna do, what you wanna say?
What’s up, baby?
I’m touching down in your city
Brought the whole gang and I got fine *** with me
Piling up the sand to the beach, we getting busy
*** with me, everything unlimited
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your *** in
My main ***, she fun, she just wanna *** and dance
I’m all about the money, another hunnid bands