Money I Got

[Intro]
(M-M-Money)
Yeah
Yeah
Popi
Niggas know what's goin' on
Yeah
They know what's goin'
Yeah
Yeah, they they know what's goin'
Yeah

[Verse 1]
We ain't gotta talk 'bout money
We ain't gotta talk 'bout the hoes
We ain't gotta talk 'bout the prices, yeah
We ain't gotta talk 'bout the shows
When I walked in, I already piped
When I got the top, I folded
When I got a plug, got the whole hood right
When I got top, I lowered it
I got the trap beatin'
Came through the backstreets speedin'
Not a Trackhawk, this Stingray
I pop shit for no reason
I ain't put a Rollie on in three months, nigga, this an Audemars season, yеah
I ain't spend nothin' in the last three months (Yeah), I could put an M out еasy
Trap or die like Jeezy, yeah
Never turn my back on my people
I bust an M, not equal
Broke-ass nigga, I don't see you
Broke-ass nigga, can't see me
Niggas go broke tryna me
Stole my whole style, need to free me
Gotta do it twice, they repeat

[Chorus]
Why is you hatin'?
Why is you mad?
Puttin' this shit in they face, yeah
They tryna figure me out
They heard that I'm havin' my way, yeah
Worry 'bout the money I got
Worry 'bout the house, worry 'bout the money I got
Why is you worried 'bout the chain?
Why is you worried 'bout my wrist?
Why is you worried 'bout the things I did?
Why is you worried 'bout the lil' bitty bitch?
I cannot stand this lil' bitty ho, I can't stand this bitch
I swear I can't stand this lil' bitty ho, I cannot stand this bitch

[Verse 2]
Shh
Why are they mad? Why are they hatin'?
I'm gettin' money, I'm havin' cake
Them niggas broke, they cannot relate
They know it's my time, they gotta wait
Put a nigga down, look at they face
You want a pound, you want an eight
I'm out of town, I gotta skate
I got a bad lil' bitch with no waist
Beat the bitch down, paint on her face
I gotta leave, I know she hate
I'm in the double-R doin' the race
I'm on the way right to that pape'
I go crazy on wagyu steak
Red bottoms, nigga, ho, I ain't no fake
Big old house with a big old gate
I came through, I got hundreds
I got hundreds, bitch, I got blues
Thank the big man every day
Young nigga blessed up like achoo
I got bad hoes runnin' 'round marble floors, Tiffany ain't wear no shoes
I was stayin' down for this way before, how the hell I'm gon' lose?

[Chorus]
Why is you hatin'?
Why is you mad?
Puttin' this shit in they face, yeah
They tryna figure me out
They heard that I'm havin' my way, yeah
Worry 'bout the money I got
Worry 'bout the house, worry 'bout the money I got
Why is you worried 'bout the chain?
Why is you worried 'bout my wrist?
Why is you worried 'bout the things I did?
Why is you worried 'bout the lil' bitty bitch?
I cannot stand this lil' bitty ho, I can't stand this bitch
I swear I can't stand this lil' bitty ho, I cannot stand this bitch

[Outro]
(M-M-Money)