WISH YOU WELL

Hmm-hmm-hmm You know what I'm sayin'? Baby Money boss, Lil' Money life This ain't a lifestyle (love hurts), this just life (whoa) 88, wave Poppin', whoa Yeah, I'm steppin' in Rickies Just bought her Balenci', the girl give me hickies, oh, yeah (whoo) Had to flee out the city She say that she miss me but I ain't even got time to lay up I go New York City, had to up my digits Got millions on millions, gettin' richer (what's up man?) Yeah, the bands came bigger Go jailbreak kitted, I'm fuckin' up the streets goin' missin' I've been feelin' well My ice on well, got bales on bales, oh, yeah She go Celine, Chanel You know that's my girl, she'd pop it well (whoa) Baby Money ball, you can tell, go Johnny Manziel I'll wish you well (yeah) And none of my niggas gon' tell (huh) And all of my dope gon' sell Tim Tebow the bitch on her knees The ho want cheese, but I paid my fee My swag Japanese, just check my receipts My whips ain't leased, they all for me Got a real bad bitch, she need a leash Bust a real young ho, she a real deal treesh Tomato, tomato, I got it, capeesh? BM, top dollar, don't gotta compete Yeah, me and my dogs, we all gon' eat Just hit your thot, asked her what she need My shirt's cashmere and my chain gon' swing (for real) Yeah, I'm ridin' with a.30 on me (yeah) Big Five, bangin' my league (grrah) All my hoes elite All my shows sold out Baby Money trappin' where we at Money Baby, Money Baby (huh) 88, wave (whoa) This ain't a lifestyle This just life Yeah, I'm steppin' in Rickies Just bought her Balenci', the girl give me hickies, oh, yeah (whoo) Had to flee out the city She say that she miss me but I ain't even got time to lay up I go New York City, had to up my digits Got millions on millions, gettin' richer (what's up, man?) Yeah, the bands came bigger Go jailbreak kitted, I'm fuckin' up the streets goin' missin' I've been feelin' well My ice on well, got bales on bales, oh, yeah She go Celine, Chanel You know that's my girl, she'd pop it well (whoa) Baby Money ball, you can tell, go Johnny Manziel I'll wish you well (yeah) And none of my niggas gon' tell (huh) And all of my dope gon' sell Baby Money, Baby Money 88, Yeah