[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
Bitch, don't say shit to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money
Bitch, don't say shit to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money

[Verse 1: Cookie Money]
Glock 40 on my hip, you ain't taking shit from me
N***as on that sneaky shit, they ain't fucking with no dummy
It's a stick on that 40, and that chopper hold a hundred
You a pussy ass n***a, I don't wanna be your homie
Put them bands on your head, my n***as shooting like Kobe
Couple bricks on my neck, a few more on my Roley
My [?] all I know is get money
No bitches, no club, 'cause I'm stacking my money
Now I'm flexin [?] 'cause I got my change up
Bitch n***as can't take it, so I see them change up
I come from the gutter, what the fuck you mad for?
We'll shoot you broad day, we don't need no mask, bruh
'Cause all my n***as here, we shoot [?] shooters
Straight rocks in the Rugers, them bands, we run through them
Stacking up these thousands, they turning into millions
Young n***as from the hood, smoking dope up in [?]
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
Bitch, don't say shit to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money
Bitch, don't say shit to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Me and Cook the richest n***as from the east
Got these broke n***as mad, 'cause they cars all leesed
[?] got the [?] pocket
[?] quick, need everything in the pocket
Bitch, you looking at a n***a, no lie, ho
These n***as clame they real, but really fake in disguise
N***as going broke, tryna keep up with the kid
I put this money on your head, and have it done by 6 PM
N***as keep sneak dissing, til they kids come up missing
N***a you married to the ho, now you mad you can't blow up
I'm in the million dollar race, n***a, you in the last place
That V6 can't keep up, [?] when I creep up
I know you n***as don't like me, that's why I keep stunting
But if you broke n***as try me, you won't make it to the summer
It's the realest n***a walking, fuck what you n***as talking
Hundred thousand in my jeans, bad bitches on my team
It's Philthy
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
Money money money, all we do is get money
Money money money money
Bitch, don't say shit to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money
Bitch, don't say shit to me, you ain't talking 'bout that money
It get real in the field, you get killed for that money