Money On Me lyrics

WunTayk Timmy

[Chorus]
Whole lot of money on me
Lot of money on me, lot of money on me
Whole lot of money on me
Lot of money on me, lot of money on me
Heard he got money on me
Got money on me, put money on me
Six feet, that's how bad he gon’ be
If the pu**y n***a run up on me
Whole lot of money on me
Lot of money on me, lot of money on me
Whole lot of money on me
Lot of money on me, lot of money on me
Heard he got money on me
Got money on me, put money on me
.40 cal, keep my buddy on me (Bop, bop)
If he run up on me

[Verse]
I get top in the whip, got me swervin'
Hop on board, b*t*h I'm wavy, I’m surfin'
Pockets fat as the Nutty Professor
I was moving weight quicker than Sherman
b*t*h I been ballin' plus I got that 32, I feel like Julius Erving
Mask and gloves, b*t*h it look like I'm Purging
When I slide with this rod, b*t*h it's curtains
Up this b*t*h in yo' face like y'all flirtin'
Gave ’em smoke, made ’em pay like I'm servin’
I ain't never felt none of you pussies, do that sh*t make me a virgin?
He want beef, but he cannot afford it
I'ma put money down, like it's layaway
Chopper get to drummin’, no 8-0-8
I don't care if he broke, I'ma make him pay
From the Go, I'm with all of the bullsh*t
I'ma shoot like MJ when he fade-away
He gon' fall when I off him, no Labor Day
Leave him wet, zip him up, now that's Bathing Ape
Once I take you to hell, you won't make it back
You must think you Denzel by the way you act
So you wanna see me where them angels at?
Lay me down for some crumbs, like a table mat?
These n***as must do not know my past
But b*t*h it ain't nothing to take you back
I'm still strapped every step, like an ankle wrap
Let this .40 baptize you and lay you back
b*t*h you ain't taking sh*t, like a prenup
I got straps, I got racks, it ain't d-cups
Guns and cash when we ride, like a Brink's truck
We got the toast and we not holding drinks up
Whole lot of money on me
Lot of money on me, used to get it in two states
It doesn't matter if you're black or white
I like my presidents with a blue face
Burner on my side, like I'm Two-Face
When I aim at his mouth, it ain't toothpaste
I cannot wait to pull, like a toothache
Put a stop to you faster than new breaks
I'm on my grind, keep your eyes off of mine
Or I'm closing them b*t*hes, no suitcase
You'll get hit with the nine, Bobby Bushay
I'll take life from you pussies, like due dates
All the bad b*t*hes on my c*ck
Yeah they see the drip, like an eye drop
No kidding or playing when you hear me saying
"I had n***as faded, no high-top"
You gotta peep game, like a Skybox
Known to pull up on n***as, like high socks
Repping when I blast, like I'm Cyclops
Watch me cook 'em and flip 'em, like iHOP
Money on me like a stripper
The paper stay on me like it was a sticker
You think I'm a lick? You must be off the liquor
If I take you serious, I'ma come get ya'
Life is a b*t*h, if I take it you'll miss her
Roll up on them with two sticks, like some Swishers
I'm squeezing them straps
And when I come to touch you, b*t*h it ain't duffel, get bagged with a zipper
Push his back in with this MAC-10
I'll make a pu**y do a back bend
Fire at his top, Michael Jackson
Someone pick up him, like the back end

[Chorus]
Whole lot of money on me
Lot of money on me, lot of money on me
Whole lot of money on me
Lot of money on me, lot of money on me
Heard he got money on me
Got money on me, put money on me
Six feet, that's how bad he gon' be
If the pu**y n***a run up on me
Whole lot of money on me
Lot of money on me, lot of money on me
Whole lot of money on me
Lot of money on me, lot of money on me
Heard he got money on me
Got money on me, put money on me
.40 cal, keep my buddy on me (Bop, bop)
If he run up on me


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