Top Songs By Money Mu
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Mu
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ulysses Garror
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Courtland Richardson
Producer
Lyrics
B*tch I came to get the profit if I'm in your city
Hundred round bottom of the stick it look like titties
Beat her down shawty trynna to f*ck me on her finsta
Wipe it down soon as a n*gga drop it's going instant
Keep the led gotta stay on point just like a pencil
Sippin' red dirty like it's bodies on a pistol
I just pulled a 30 out a branch in Mississippi
Lingo told me we can't stop until we see a ticket
None my plays pending
All my funds sending
All my b*tches pretty
Walking like they winning
Laptop in the living room
Zaza in the kitchen
Penthouse having plenty rooms
Forgies on the bottom of that whip I'm high as hell I'm swerving
Masking up I'm at the box like I got on a turban
Taking off this whip, got horses like Kentucky Derby
Putting a show on for these h*es and we gonna close the curtain
Ain't no laying off little n*gga you know we working
Ice a P out for my wife and I put a Glock in her purse
Thank God, I'm riding around in this vert
I could have been riding in a hearse
I've done some dirt that I got to take 'til they put me in the dirt
B*tch, I'm popping sh*t so every day it's in they face
It's what it is just like Cam and Mace
That's the type of whip they hit the lights you hit the brakes
This type of whip I hit the gas they don't even chase
On that road, I'm doing shows, but I still jugg on face
I'd be breaking all my phones how I be ducking cases
Gang done ran off with his h*e and still ain't got no trace
I'm tied in with plenty folks Bottega got no lace
Why
Why these n*ggas want to get up on this mic and tell a lie
Why before these n*ggas want to play your sh*t you got to die
Why I'm rolling up another spliff and I'm already high
Why the fuck would you even play with me you knowing I'm that guy
Why would I be doing that lil' boy shit I'm trying to ball
I don't know why you switched up on the kid I thought that we was dogs
How the fuck you go out bout a b*tch that sh*t wasn't P at all
Why would I be coming short lil' b*tch you know my money tall
Why
Yea Why
Man why your partner want to see you down man
It must be envy or something
Why he only want to see you up if he up man
(Sh*t Crazy)
And y'all n*ggas really h*es
Hate all you want n*gga
This motion ain't never gone stop n*gga
Y'all n*ggas b*tches
Sticking to the code n*gga
In here with the h*es n*gga
Ludacris bankroll n*gga
Came off throwing bows n*gga
We ain't gone play no games like my PlayStation just broke n*gga
In this b*tch I'm clean like fit covered with soap n*gga
One on one you know I'm with that
Take your b*tch can't get your b*tch back
My young n*gga will shoot your kickback
F*ck that label imma get my get back
When I see ya imma get my get back n*gga
Bro want to push his wig back
Yea still paid still straight
But my n*ggas crooked like zig zag
N*ggas always want to tell me what to do bout sh*t they ain't did yet
N*gga if you knew what to do why the f*ck you ain't big yet
N*gga I took you off for the whole damn play
And you still ain't slid yet
N*gga want to go against the gang he might as well take some fet
I can't never get no rest
Up all day I'm counting checks
Why would I go sign a b*tch ass deal when I could drop a check
Why would I be taking anything less when I know I'm the best
Why would I be acting pressed when you know I got hundreds stacked
Why
Yea why
N*gga why would I take that lil' small ball sh*t n*gga
We get big money over here n*gga
Nah fr
Why would I ever go out about a b*tch n*gga
Go bout a h*e and we get h*es by the dozen n*gga
And y'all n*gga know who really the one n*gga
Big believer n*gga
Writer(s): Paris Moore-williams, Sukh Knight, Daniel Bravo
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