Money Calling

[Intro]
I feel that money coming
I feel that money calling Aye
I just want the money Aye Aye
I just want the money money (X3)

[Chorus]
Wake up and get to the money (Yeah)
Cause I want them fifties and hundreds (Yeah)
Chase it from Monday to Monday
Im grinding hard I feel like Kanye (Yeah)
If you want it gotta work for it
Grinding Hard from the dirt for it
Y'all n*ggas ain't cut for it
Young n*gga but I'm in a foreign
(X2)

[Verse 1]
I'm balling I'm feeling like Harden
I'm balling I'm feeling like Kyrie
I'm eating on n*ggas no entree (No entree)
Im eating on n*ggas regardless
Straight out the dirt like a garden
I might pull up in a Rarri (Skrt Skrt)
Then slide out that b*tch in the Audi
Flexing on n*ggas I'm sorry
Watch on my wrist and my neck full of gold
Always been real I will never turn cold
True to my religion never selling my soul
All of my shooters they playing they roll
All of my n*ggas they taking control
Playing Games this is not a console
Stay to myself so my stories untold
Stay to myself so my stories untold
Flexin' on em man I do this on purpose
N*ggas they talk so I know that they're lurking
Chasing paper cause I know that it's worth it
Shawty bad might cop her a Birkin (Birkin Bag Baby)
Stacking bread and that is for certain
Get up n*gga and just put the work in
Bought a coupe and it came with the curtain (Paid Off)
Bought a coupe and it came with the curtain

[Chorus]
Wake up and get to the money (Yeah)
Cause I want them fifties and hundreds (Yeah)
Chase it from Monday to Monday
Im grinding hard I feel like Kanye (Yeah)
If you want it gotta work for it
Grinding Hard from the dirt for it
Y'all n*ggas ain't cut for it
Young n*gga but I'm in a foreign
(X2)

[Verse 2]
Im on my way to the paper (To the money)
I can't worry about a hater
Headed to the top elevator, (Going up)
Lil n*gga but I'm in a foreign
If it ain't foreign then that s*it boring
Chasing paper from the early morning
If you slept than you better keep snoring
Aye Aye
I gotta teach them a lesson
I thank the Lord that he bless me
Do the dash they can't catch me
All this money sh*t attracts me
She said I'm handsome so sexy
If you ain't talking no money homie
Then you can't even text me
Aye Aye
Flexing on em I feel like the Hulk
I do the dash now I'm feeling like Bolt
I'm mixing OJ and sipping no pulp
I'm swinging on you n*ggas no golf
Mac on me no Dell
Breaking ankles Odell
Young n*gga I'm painting pictures
So now I have a story to tell

[Chorus]
Wake up and get to the money (Yeah)
Cause I want them fifties and hundreds (Yeah)
Chase it from Monday to Monday
Im grinding hard I feel like Kanye (Yeah)
If you want it gotta work for it
Grinding Hard from the dirt for it
Y'all n*ggas ain't cut for it
Young n*gga but I'm in a foreign
(X2)

[Outro]
But in I'm in a foreign! (x3)