What Money About

[Chorus: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Party pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the bitch
I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them Cartiers off

[Verse 1: Money Bag]
I got that bag on me always
I use to serve in them hallways
Posted with niggas with long K's
Keep my some niggas that gone spray
Went from a deuce to a four a day
Pour a four of act inside a Fanta Grape
Oh girl I can't resist I love the taste
Got me flexin' bankrolls in these bitches face
Got them fuckin in second switchin place
Top shotta, its time to celebrate
Its inside but we gettin hella cake
Money get tall just watch the shit elevate
Broke niggas hell yeah they
I'mma get what these niggas never ever make
In the trap without a trap I'm forever straight
LG doin a hundred on the interstate

[Chorus: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the bitch
I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust

[Verse 2: Lil Chi Chi]
I was trappin out a loft
Tried to cross me, I'm boss
Told your bitch it was millions big
Yo bitch, we don't have friends
Lord knows we got alotta sins
Got a couple dead homies we won't see again
Gotta stack this cash for them dead friends
Pull to the left, it's a dead end
Shad just told me that the feds in
I'm riding with AR and carbins
I told Shad to be caushous
We having them sticks at the offace
You dieing if you just walk in
Fuck nigga [?]
Oops I meant he lying
Niggas swag [?]

[Chorus: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the bitch
I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust

[Verse 3: Shad Da God]
I know what getting money about
I'll bring all the pounds to the house
Said lil bitch [?]
Put that bitch where I fucked up her mouth
A thousand trapped, had to run that car out
Pints shipped to the south
Hundred thousand [?]
Got 90 hoes tryna fuck me for clout
Bright life, brought the apples [?]
Fuck beef, brought the animals out
Everybody [?]
[?] the hoe [?]
[?]
[?]
Put a spell on a hoe, [?] on the floor

[Chorus: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the bitch
I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust