Money On Money Lyrics by Young Thug (feat. Future)
Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I’m spending this *** on my *** and my kids
I’m sittin’ in the Bent, not the Benz, this *** pink slip *** no rent
I don’t want you goin’ to do nothin’ if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These *** niggas tellin’ for nothin’, and I gotta be the one callin’ ’em friend
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I’on know the kind, I’on know the name of it
*** this lil’ *** last night and this morning, but I’on know the name of her
She told that *** she don’t know nun’ about him, and it *** his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my ***, the same mud
Mama, you a ***, I’on want shots
Brother, you a rat, twin, you a pack (My brother)
Running through Saks, Louis V slacks
Hermès trench, swimming pool heated
She ain’t tryna eat it, Shawty, you can beat it (She ain’t tryna what?)
Drinkin’ 2-liter, ride a 2-seater, ridin’ with a eater (Uh-huh, beef)
Calling me papi, I’m calling her mami and señorita (Uh-huh, yeah, all of it)
I ain’t being cocky, but I been putting on ever since beepers
*** me good the first day, a *** might keep her (I might keep her good)
Blowing money fast like a *** cheetah (Damn, he does good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas
Bugatti Spider whippin’ that *** from the side
Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I’m spending this *** on my *** and my kids (Puttin’ this *** up for my kids)
I’m sittin’ in the Bent, not the Benz, this *** pink slip *** no rent
I don’t want you goin’ to do nothin’ if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These *** niggas tellin’ for nothin’, and I gotta be the one callin’ ’em friend (On God)
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I’on know the kind, I’on know the name of it
*** this lil’ *** last night and this morning, but I’on know the name of her (What’s her name?)
She told that *** she don’t know nun’ about him, and it *** his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my ***, the same mud
You identify my *** with APs
She ain’t got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belongs to the streets
Spoiled lil’ *** wearin’ a Patek, rose gold snake, she a baddie
Transpo foreign, go slatty, doggin’ out a ho like Shaggy
Could’ve went Spec, went Caddy, pull up with the cutter, we ready
*** a opp ***, I’m petty, iced out bolognese spaghetti
First off gotta go baguetti, talk less, do more spinning
Walk down, ***’ll get drenchy, turnt the whole city up litty
Bad *** could’ve went viddy, Savage 21 killers
Brabus riding witcha sister, dog-ass ho, you a thotty
Bruh turn cop, new body, twin, you a rat, you smoked
Shoot ’em in the head, you da GOAT, could’ve went fed, went broke
Trap *** living out the ocean, the Phantom, the Rolls I don’t know
The eaters go wherever I go
Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I’m spending this *** on my *** and my kids
I’m sittin’ in the Bent, not the Benz, this *** pink slip *** no rent
I don’t want you goin’ to do nothin’ if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These *** *** tellin’ for nothin’, and I gotta be the one callin’ ’em friend
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I’on know the kind, I’on know the name of it
*** this lil’ *** last night and this morning, but I’on know the name of her
She told that *** she don’t know nun’ about him, and it *** his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my ***, the same mud
