Moneh

(SPK)

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

(Brrr)

Ay come here

Baddie wanna come over our side

She already know she's gonna have fun here

You know that it's us, never them

They make no bread, them boy there bumeh (Bums)

I've attempted every hustle

How can you say I ain't about the

Moneh, moneh, moneh, moneh, moneh

Got a bad B and she's 5'3 and she's similar to Amelia Monét

Had to hold my head and my hands

Cause what do you mean you ain't giving out nodeh? (What do you mean?)

I'm getting it in the rain

And I'm getting it in when it's suneh

Two L's in a day

Bro had to eat that, way too unluckeh

I'm very much boring, what I do in the day is actually mad

I jug and I jug and I jug and I jug and I jug again

Then I go back to the gaff

When she sees me, she gets gassed

Budum, budum, bum, naturally fat

I can't live in regret, tryna do something crazy because then that'll be daft

She asked me when am I landing

She don't know about mixing Fanta Fruit Twist with a phenoxymethylene tablet

Back this, twenty-four sevens man grafting, madting

If bro catch dem they're dashing

Shout out Yang, cah he keep on yanging

Only time them boy in the field and they beat something off is when they're bashing

They say that I barely release

I apologize for the long delay

I'm busy running it up and then passing it on, you can call this a long relay

C'est la vie, c'est la vie

I got so much love for my killehs

She said I don't speak to her much, like come on baby, don't be silleh

Ay come here

Baddie wanna come over our side

She already know she's gonna have fun here

You know that it's us, never them

They make no bread, them boy there bumeh (Bums)

I've attempted every hustle

How can you say I ain't about the

Moneh, moneh, moneh, moneh, moneh

Got a bad B and she's 5'3 and she's similar to Amelia Monét

Had to hold my head and my hands

Cause what do you mean you ain't giving out nodeh? (What do you mean?)

I'm getting it in the rain

And I'm getting it in when it's suneh

Two L's in a day

Bro had to eat that, way too unluckeh

Got a bad B from London, she's 5'3 and she all on me

And of course she's got budum, budum, bum

Tryna wear me out like I'm a long John

She look good and her nails on fleek

Tu resemble á un bonbon

Bro knows how to get round there, he's not a dum-dum, no need for tom-tom

I'm the talk of the town, make a man look down with a frown when I'm walking thru

Make the gal make sound, better give me that crown, better know who you're talking to

When we get live in the night

Quick, quick

Clean up, just pass me the broom

My flow's too ill, sick, sick, fever, man a catch that flu

At the end of the day, the game is a game (For real)

Do you love me for me or do you love me for what I've became? (Which one?)

Name me a guy that's more versatile than me, I'll wait

That's what I thought, don't talk on my name

Ay come here

Baddie wanna come over our side

She already know she's gonna have fun here

You know that it's us, never them

They make no bread, them boy there bumeh (Bums)

I've attempted every hustle

How can you say I ain't about the

Moneh, moneh, moneh, moneh, moneh

Got a bad B and she's 5'3 and she's similar to Amelia Monét

Had to hold my head and my hands

Cause what do you mean you ain't giving out nodeh? (What do you mean?)

I'm getting it in the rain

And I'm getting it in when it's suneh

Two L's in a day

Bro had to eat that, way too unluckeh

(Brrr)