Money, money, money, money,
20′s, 50′s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20′s, 50′s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
A thousand, bricks
Hector, he keep it comin
Every day I cap a hundred
Thousand, nigga
I’m getting money
So it’s no more serving junkies
Thinkin bout that half a mill, I drew it out the carcass
Real shit, no lie, just me and a couple junkies
That 4-4 shit have a nigga money hungry
Keep 100 thousand on me
To blow it with my homie
Money, money, money, money,
20′s, 50′s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20′s, 50′s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
Taylor, Gang
Nigga I rep that over errythang
See me I live life in the fast lane
Nigga I’m takin shots, smoking Mary Jane
Don’t need security, I got my own guns
Keep Forgiato rims on all my old schools
Ain’t talkin shit, boy i’m talkin money
Khalifa, throwin hunnits
Fuck thirsty, them bitches hungry for this
Money, money, money, money,
20′s, 50′s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20′s, 50′s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
Money, I wanna marry you
You know I really need you
Remember that day you left me
I couldn’t believe it
Cut it cus we couldn’t think
I couldn’t do shit without you
But them birds up under that sink
Stretch em out, that’s what Young Scooter do
Every hunnit pack I get I bury bout a brick or two
That’s just for the drop
Whatever I get, that shit get ran through
Drugs in the south, I made drugs out west too
Take a chance for that paper, that’s what money do
Money, money, money, money,
20′s, 50′s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
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