Money Lyrics – Young Thug | Juice WRLD & Nicki Minaj
Money Lyrics
Monte carlo big sharks on on my eggos I drape out all my broads cartier bangles I go military boys with the angles Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me
Lotta blue cash in the rubber band Mounted … she in barbie land Tropicana diamonds rock em by the tens I just drinkin act curt cobain
Fresh to death gucci on my tomb My chopper sing it need autotune Bad in my hotel room Take a perky right before we and act a fool
Sad money i got blue face diamonds I’m at the top but imma keep on climbing I got a on my hip no silence
Momma told me don’t trust nobody Damn momma you seen it coming That’s why i don’t keep this heat for nothing Try me then you’re getting 1 Plus 1 and a couple more ugh
30 shots when i am all done Right right did i do the math right Stomp em out wrath in my rafs Feel my wrath
Monte carlo big sharks on on my eggos I drape out all my broads cartier bangles I go military boys with the angles Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me
Lotta blue cash in the rubber band Mounted … she in barbie land Tropicana diamonds rock em by the tens I just drinkin act curt cobain
Ayo Let him get up in it when he came home After a long bid you know that sex game strong Headed to the grip baby hang on Ding dong got that alexander wang on
Wait free thug
She heard that hehe and my “hehe” did the facepalm Pretty no makeup i ain’t have to put my face on Stay in your lane don’t get gassed at that station
Give him the chills i got him head over heels Sucking my toes while he massaging my heels He want to lick the wrapper… no chance They tryna ride my wave but they end up on the sand
I got wild hitters and hustlers all on my payroll Typa niggas hit the block move the crack and that yayo I got wild chicas who do whatever i say so Bout that dinero so if you want me you gotta peso
Just put a couple grand in some rubber bands Bitches want my luck couldn’t get a glance They wonder what i gross like my name was lance Its barbie bitch just dropped like 20 mil on barbie land
Monte carlo big sharks on on my eggos I drape out all my broads cartier bangles I go military boys with the angles Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me
Lotta blue cash in the rubber band Mounted she in barbie land Tropicana diamonds rock em by the tens I just drinkin act curt cobain
On the sidewalk like he getting a tan
I go microsoft drinking oxygen Bitch i’ve been a boss since a gotdamn kid
Pop out on the block with a with a make em do the cha cha cha
I wrote the drobox witcha bae and i got my rocks off She suck the socks off of me and they were gucci I bent her over in the bentley spur and i didn’t need a coochi
I’m living life as a pimp I put a bitch on you shrimps I’m high in the sky like a blimp I cop a roll royce first attempt
Whats the definition of real yeah yeah yeah When you kneel yeah yeah yeah You just showing you still yeah yeah yeah Yeah
Song Credits
Song: Money