Fabolous
Money Ain’t No Issue
[Intro: TakBar and DJ Drama]
Yeah, it's DC n***a
You see what we doing in these fucking streets
Pushing the flyest whips, fucking the baddest chicks
Big guns with 30 shot clips, motherfuckers can't see us
All gold AP's, these n***as wearing G-Shocks
We sending G4 pilots to the Wing Stop
Going where they said we wouldn't and doing what they said we couldn't
We come from nothing n***a, let's get this fucking money
I got my money right, call me Rich Homie Dram

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm sipping on patrón n***a
My bitch bad to the bone n***a
She fucked up, I'm fucked up
She like how we gon' get home n***a
I can't smoke that strong n***a
Swear that's word to my PO
That lil chick to expensive for you
I'll take her back like repo
Say, shorty want a pair of red bottoms
Fucked her good then I went and got 'em
Percs got me fucking for a hour
Got a boyfriend, forget about him
I got young n***as that'll get it popping
And all my n***as get a dollar
Started of with an impala
Now all my whips a hundred thousand
Hold up, Now throw your rollies up in the air
And wave that shit to the side n***a
Bad bitches just popping pussy, you dead broke just die n***a
On private jets, we fly n***a
Sipping lean, we high n***a
Stand tall, feet five n***a
They riding for ya, they die with ya
Say foreign whips my fucking problem
Got a couple, don't fucking drive them
My homies whip them like fucking molly
Mo' money mo' fucking problems
A Wraith coming, I take that
I'm everywhere that that cake at
Them hoes stunted, this the payback
I'm in a Rolls Royce screaming out Maybach
[Chorus: Future]
Money ain't no issue
I'm on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup I beat that pussy till she miss me
Fuck n***a die slow, I don't give a fuck if he come up missing
Any n***a gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya

[Verse 2: Future]
Young n***a in a Bimmer coupé with a lot of money and a lot of booze
Young n***a getting plenty money I'm turnt up than Tom Cruise
Mollies all in my cup n***a, screwed up I ain't slowing down
AP I'm trigger happy n***a, young n***as at Atlanta Zoo
Shootin the A up out the chamber, n***a [?]
Bad bitch from Beverly hills, I'ma fuck her good on TMZ
Quarter mill for the AP, Quarter mill for Lambo
Quarter mill for a new truck, quarter mil' that's on the counter
Freebandz I'm eating now, rock and roll, no guitar
A lotta drugs and a lotta bitches
I'ma fuck the bitch like a porn star

[Chorus: Future]
Money ain't no issue
I'm on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup I beat that pussy till she miss me
Fuck n***a die slow, I don't give a fuck if he come up missing
Any n***a gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
I'm just tryna chill but n***as really really want to make me talk reckless
Have these n***as on your neck, you don't really really want to talk necklace
Heard you got L's in the hood you don't really really want to talk Lexus
We got it right now man you thing n***as really want to talk Nexus
Fuck the n***a like his bitch say if she with me in a 6 trey
She ride the stick every which way while shit play from the mixtape
She say shit go hard, she say shit go hard, shorty sound like Big Sean (Swerve)
Bitch keep saying "Oh God" (Oh God)
I done fucked around and got used to money
Fuck game I just use the money
All the suckers get is middle fingers
And the bum bitches get deuces from me
So if you getting money, I salute you I'm saluting
And if you getting mad I rebuke you, Final Solution
N***as like y'all find excuses
N***as like us rock exclusives
I come through, beat them streets up cause my whip game so abusive n***a
This that getting money music n***a
When they play it all the winners gon' lose it n***a

[Chorus: Future]
Money ain't no issue
I'm on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup I beat that pussy till she miss me
Fuck n***a die slow, I don't give a fuck if he come up missing
Any n***a gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya