//CHORUS//
//I want my money to spend
Friday night comin’ up and I want money to spend
I want my money to spend.//

All day, all day, all day

Verse:
I like my money on time
I like my women a dime,/
And I want both -it motivates the grind./
Don’t need a bad bitch for a good time
But all my good times have come with a bad bitch./
That mean I won’t settle for half-rich./
I want the commas, I promise./
I wanna make money in my pajamas,/
And I want a villa in Italy for my momma; zero fucks what the cost is./
I want the profits/ -simple as that
I want a suite above an executive’s office where I can find solace./
No more boxes up in my closets./
I want a walk-in to fetch one of my watches./
Crib lookin’ flawless, I’m feelin’ like Gatsby./
This drink’s got me happy./
Smokin’ this fattie; voice gettin’ raspy./
This baddie wanna get nasty./
This ain’t Vegas; go ahead -ask me./
She lookin’ good misbehavin’ so badly./
She’s not the sitter when I drop the kids off and she calls me daddy./
Friday night comin’ up; gimme the addy./