Money On Money (feat. Future)

Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids

I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip, ****, no rent

I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin

These fuck **** tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend

Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it

Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her

She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up

We want the same mud, not the green, my ****, the same mud

Mama, you a thot, I'on want shots

Brother, you a rat, twin, you a pack (My brother)

Running through Saks, Louis V slacks

Hermès trench, swimming pool heated

She ain't tryna eat it, shawty, you can beat it (She ain't tryna what?)

Drinkin' 2-liter, ride a 2-seater, ridin' with a eater (Uh-huh, beef)

Calling me papi, I'm calling her mami and señorita (Uh-huh, yeah, all of it)

I ain't being cocky, but I been putting on ever since beepers

Fuck me good the first day, a **** might keep her (I might keep her good)

Blowing money fast like a fucking cheetah (Damn, he does good)

I been in the trenches filled with hyenas

Bugatti Spider whippin' that bitch from the side

Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids (Puttin' this shit up for my kids)

I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip, ****, no rent

I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin

These fuck **** tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend (On God)

Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it

Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her (What's her name?)

She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up

We want the same mud, not the green, my ****, the same mud

You identify my bitches with APs

She ain't got a AP, she is not mine

You cold, he cold

She belongs to the streets

Spoiled lil' bitch wearin' a Patek, rose gold snake, she a baddie

Transpo foreign, go slatty, doggin' out a ho like Shaggy

Could've went Spec, went Caddy, pull up with the cutter, we ready

Fucked a opp bitch, I'm petty, iced out bolognese spaghetti

First off gotta go baguetti, talk less, do more spinning

Walk down, shit'll get drenchy, turnt the whole city up litty

Bad bitch could've went viddy, Savage, 21 killers

Brabus riding witcha sister, dog-ass ho, you a thotty

Bruh turn cop, new body, twin, you a rat, you smoked

Shoot 'em in the head, you da GOAT, could've went fed, went broke

Trap **** living out the ocean, the Phantom, the Rolls, I don't know

The eaters go wherever I go

Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids

I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip, ****, no rent

I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin

These fuck **** tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend

Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it

Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her

She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up

We want the same mud, not the green, my ****, the same mud