CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Money
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
B*t*h, I get money, stop motherf**kin' playin' wit'?me
(It's?Trax season bruh)
Money?makin' b*t*h, I ain't ever chasin'?d**k (Money)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Money Making Mitch, I'm always paid in full sis (Money Making Mitch)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Always talkin' slick, pay your rent before you diss
(Ayy, run me my money)
And I can talk my big sh*t, I got designer on my lips (Big sh*t)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Bust it open like I'm Luke
He wanna pull this a** over, toot toot
F**kin' all night, booted off the boot
He bustin' back to back, chile, he ain't scared to shoot (Ahh)
All I do is get paid
Got these b*t*hes lined up like I'm in a parade (Line it up)
Actin' out, this ain't charades
I'm a real Florida b*t*h but I am not from Dade (305)
Don't brag on your bag, baby boy, you gotta spend it (Yeah)
I-N-D, you can't make me a dependent (IND)
I'm headin' to the top, only if the Lord willing (Thank the Lord)
I don't f**k with broke b*t*hes, I need room for all these millions
Body snatched up but sis, I ain't Brazilian
I just copped me a Benz, at the top, ain't no ceiling
Cash, check or charge
Birkin bag, Chanel swag, swipe your card (Yeah)
Money makin' b*t*h, I ain't ever chasin' d**k (Money)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Money Making Mitch, I'm always paid in full sis (Money Making Mitch)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Always talkin' slick, pay your rent before you diss
(Ayy, run me my money)
And I can talk my big sh*t, I got designer on my lips (Big sh*t)
(Ayy, run me my money)
I need my money on time, be quick on your feet
Ain't a rap b*t*h out really f**kin' with me
Yeah, I look like money, dollar sign physique
And I love me a n***a, lick pu**y and feet
I got a big ole' a** for him to munch on
He ain't got a bag? Tell the broke n***a "Get gone"
Givin' up the pu**y 'cause you love him, did the sh*t wrong
N***a, run me my money, leave your feelings and your b*t*h home
Yeah, next caller, big d**k baller
Like my n***a tall and his money way taller
Know they say the money make a b*t*h pu**y holler
Heard he got the M's and I need every dollar
Money makin' b*t*h, I ain't ever chasin' d**k (Money)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Money Making Mitch, I'm always paid in full sis (Money Making Mitch)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Always talkin' slick, pay your rent before you diss
(Ayy, run me my money)
And I can talk my big sh*t, I got designer on my lips (Big sh*t)
(Ayy, run me my money)
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)
B*t*h, I get money, stop motherf**kin' playin' wit'?me
(It's?Trax season bruh)
Money?makin' b*t*h, I ain't ever chasin'?d**k (Money)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Money Making Mitch, I'm always paid in full sis (Money Making Mitch)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Always talkin' slick, pay your rent before you diss
(Ayy, run me my money)
And I can talk my big sh*t, I got designer on my lips (Big sh*t)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Bust it open like I'm Luke
He wanna pull this a** over, toot toot
F**kin' all night, booted off the boot
He bustin' back to back, chile, he ain't scared to shoot (Ahh)
All I do is get paid
Got these b*t*hes lined up like I'm in a parade (Line it up)
Actin' out, this ain't charades
I'm a real Florida b*t*h but I am not from Dade (305)
Don't brag on your bag, baby boy, you gotta spend it (Yeah)
I-N-D, you can't make me a dependent (IND)
I'm headin' to the top, only if the Lord willing (Thank the Lord)
I don't f**k with broke b*t*hes, I need room for all these millions
Body snatched up but sis, I ain't Brazilian
I just copped me a Benz, at the top, ain't no ceiling
Cash, check or charge
Birkin bag, Chanel swag, swipe your card (Yeah)
Money makin' b*t*h, I ain't ever chasin' d**k (Money)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Money Making Mitch, I'm always paid in full sis (Money Making Mitch)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Always talkin' slick, pay your rent before you diss
(Ayy, run me my money)
And I can talk my big sh*t, I got designer on my lips (Big sh*t)
(Ayy, run me my money)
I need my money on time, be quick on your feet
Ain't a rap b*t*h out really f**kin' with me
Yeah, I look like money, dollar sign physique
And I love me a n***a, lick pu**y and feet
I got a big ole' a** for him to munch on
He ain't got a bag? Tell the broke n***a "Get gone"
Givin' up the pu**y 'cause you love him, did the sh*t wrong
N***a, run me my money, leave your feelings and your b*t*h home
Yeah, next caller, big d**k baller
Like my n***a tall and his money way taller
Know they say the money make a b*t*h pu**y holler
Heard he got the M's and I need every dollar
Money makin' b*t*h, I ain't ever chasin' d**k (Money)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Money Making Mitch, I'm always paid in full sis (Money Making Mitch)
(Ayy, run me my money)
Always talkin' slick, pay your rent before you diss
(Ayy, run me my money)
And I can talk my big sh*t, I got designer on my lips (Big sh*t)
(Ayy, run me my money)
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)
