Money Songs

[Chorus] (x2) Got your money wrong? Wanna get your money long? Go and cop my tape Then go and listen to some money songs Go and listen to some money songs But never ever tell the squally where you got that money from [Verse 1] Niggas rapping like they're from Chicago I'm a London nigga wrapping all this cargo I've got the block like "where the fuck that car go?" When me and Jagger pull off fam it's like a car show And all my jail niggas know a nigga sent money Put all your shit together's like my rent money Them niggas got that "where the fuck it went?" money I've got that "what I say you know I fucking meant" money And niggas wanna be down go fill that form out All my little niggas beating all this corn out They wanna try a nigga, test my form out My calculator buttons dem are worn out I remember I was trying to get that cake in I was on foot dodging all the paigons Niggas thought I was low they was mistaken When I found out how to press it was amazing [Chorus] [Verse 2] Niggas asking why I rap with so much confidence Music videos in four different continents Little niggas getting gassed up off of compliments Go and ask (boop, boop) what's the consequence But wait, I can make cocaine Niggas asking me why I ain't got no gold chain I told them "look I know about this road game" Richest nigga 'round me's looking so plain Here we got food spreading like a virus She's sucking me off looking at my iris Breaking off a sample let them try this Half an hour later trying to buy this Might run up in your yard but ain't no burglar Half these niggas round me they're just murderers Laughing at these niggas trying to murder us Laughing at these niggas trying to murder us [Chorus]