[Money]

[Intro: V1V1D]
The overwhelming majority of drug users don't have a drug problem
Drugs ain't the problem
People the problem
Y'all feel good? (Yeah)
Ay, ay real good (Bitch)
Ay

[Verse 1: V1V1D]
I done seen a dollar bill kill a man
Broad day, sprinter van
Oz, milligrams
How you feeling man?
Fuck it tho, I hit the Xan
Codeine couldn't, cut it, damn
That my Percky dance
Higher than a ceiling fan (Pill pop)
Bet the bass, make ya head nod (Head nod)
808's and 30's what the kids on
It ain't cool but it kill time (Kill time)
I know that it wrong but I feel like

[Chorus: V1V1D]
Money, money, money (And I feel like)
Money, money, money (Yeah, I feel like)
Money, money, money (And I feel like)
Money, money, money
[Verse 2: V1D1D]
And I'm feeling like a bill ain't nothing, Imma pay it full
I know you thinking that you real but I'm seeing you fold
I got that hot touch like I play with a stove
I'm out fot real deal money, not the type that will fold, bitch

[Interlude: ???]
[?]

[Verse 3: Rick Will]
Top the screw up, hallelujah, ah
I just seen my jeweler, that's why I'm [?], ah
[?] get me Chinese, I play the Buddha, ah
Why you tryna find me? You ain't no [?], ah (Pussy)
And my [?] I know a lullaby, homicide
All that tough talk, why tryne die?
Never satisfied, do Remmy make a gallon size?
It ain't rocket science, you can tell I'm feelin' like

[Chorus: V1V1D]
Money, money, money (And I feel like)
Money, money, money (Yeah, I feel like)
Money, money, money (And I feel like)
Money, money, money (And I feel like)

[Outro: V1V1D]
Thought we was done?
[Tangent]

[Intro: V1V1D]
Nah
It's my [tangent?]

[Verse: V1V1D]
And I'm locked in late, no breaks, just work
Money look clean but it came from the dirt
Tell me what you seen, aye, fuck what you heard
Everything I got that's everything I earned
And I'm back on dirt, got Earth in my veins
Money in the safe, few Perks for the pain
Ain't worried 'bout fame
I just need a crib with a lake and a bed where I fuck all day
Yellin' "Fuck that fame"
I don't need money or a chain
Everything's just dust at the end of the day (At the end of the day)
And it still don't change
When I die too young let a slow beat play, ah, yeah

[Interlude: V1V1D]
Sometimes you gotta [?] real, man

[Outro]
And you know I'm chopped and screwed up, hallelujah, uh
Cut off my old hoes, I need some new ones
By boy Rickey from the North Side, he say "Go Cubs"
I got deals up on my iPhone, I'm talkin' new funds, bitch