Print This Money (feat. Sada Baby)

Free my **** Beans

Rest in peace, Jason

I'ma ball hard on these fuck **** hatin'

Sixty on the watch, four hunnid on the crib

Cut your music down, there's white people where I live

Seventy on the chain

'Another hunnid in the Sprinter

Ridin' through the city with them racks in the middle

(Okay) Baby, you a trophy, need to be with a winner

Bitch, I sold chickens, your **** a chicken dinner, let's go

I got twenty five straps on my dresser

And if your **** play, he gon' get sprayed

And if I fly you to my city and you jump in my whip

Best believe, girl, we gon' get laid

Man, I'm tired of you rap ****

**** shoulda been at ****

**** get a deal and start actin' like tap ****

Cap ****, 6ix9ine, snitch, rat ****

My **** deal drugs, deal, kill, kidnap ****

I'm on the road, my **** just bought two hundred bows

We at the front row of the Super Bowl

My neck, ear, ring, wrist froze

I swear to God, I pimped a hunnid hoes

And I wanna pimp a hunnid more

Shut up, ****, 'cause we know you broke

Just cashed five hundred bags of exotic

We want all the smoke

Bitch better bring me all the dough

Need to speed that shit up

What you mean that the trap is slow?

As long as they stay printin' this money

You know a **** gon' stay gettin' this money (You too), ay

My bitch think I got a money tree

She think a **** be shittin' this money

Ay, as long as they stay printin' this money

You know a **** gon' stay gettin' this money (Hey, yes, I am), ay

My bitch think I got a money tree

She think a **** be shittin' this money

Ay, jewelry on with a hundred thousand dollar kind

Bitches tryna suck on this dick, 'cause my diamonds shine

**** ain't eatin', look like you fastin' for Ramadan

Copper speakin' Michael Jackson, mama say, ma-ma-ko-sa

Million dollars, we'll drop your mama

Hit up Aoc Obama

Pop your collar with this brand new Glock up

We gon' solve the problem

Made a bool, fifty thousand

Fuckin' up the road

Then turned around, made a dub

Fucked it up to go

Lift that Drake on that ****

Fucked it up, his soul

I got them ropes round my neck

Doubled up and froze

They print that money just for me

And my shit don't fold

I got new money from last year

And it still ain't old

That bag lookin' like a bad bitch

Beyonce Knowles

Bands put up for my **** in prison

The ones ain't told

I can use this cheese to get you gone or put you on your toes

I can put this shit up in your pocket

Or put it on your dome

As long as they stay printin' this money

You know a **** gon' stay gettin' this money (Yes, I am, yes, I be)

Hey, my bitch think I got a money tree

She think a **** be shittin' this money

Whoa-whoa, wait

As long as they stay printin' this money

You know a **** gon' stay gettin' this money (Yes, I am, yes, I mean)

My bitch think I got a money tree

She think a **** be shittin' this money

Ay, ay, back to the trap where it started

X Block, Glenwood, **** 'bout to get retarded

Throw the hood up high, in each one of my pictures

Real **** fuck with me, kill all the sneak dissers

Told Gary make my kick, quit all that procrastinatin'

Got three hundred thousand on the table, ****, why you waitin'?

Fur coats in the winter, drop tops when it's sunny

Bitch, I think I'm JBo, I'm gettin' BMF money

In prison in Ohio, smokin' out the Bible

Now I'm in Atlanta, ****, goin' MC Hammer

Fuckin' thirty dancers from Magic to Cheetah

If we can't get no money, bitch, I'm gon' leave you

I'll buy you some sneakers

Dat's about it

What the fuck you expect, bitch, I'm a pimp

Blood, sweat, and tears, that I put in this shit

If you matchin' my hustle, you can get what I get

Period

As long as they stay printin' this money

You know a **** gon' stay gettin' this money (Yes, I am, yes, I be)

Hey, my bitch think I got a money tree

The way a **** be shittin' this money

As long as they stay printin' this money

You know a **** gon' stay gettin' this money (Yes, I am, yes, I be)

My bitch think I got a money tree

She think a **** be shittin' this money

Ay, ay