I Want The Money

[Hook] Tailor made suits, I’m smoking fruit Two seats in my car, that’s a coupe No question mark, your girl know that I’m the truth She asked me what I want, and this is what I tell her Bitch I want the money Bitch I want the money Bitch I want the money Just bring it in sacks Bitch I want the money [Verse 1] [?] on the beat, boy you know I’m killing shit I know you feeling me, but shit I’m feeling on your bitch 3 5 in my blunt, that’s a fat spliff And you know we making movies, shout out to Spiff Yeah, diamond looking like water Living for today, can’t think about tomorrow Her flight [?], fly back to you tomorrow You know I’m killing verses, here’s some bars you can borrow Ooh, got these niggas two stepping, they got the blues Take your bitch to meet Jimmy, Jimmy Choo Sitting at the table, yeah, mafia All I’m seeing is [?], bitches checking out my posterior Oops I mean my posture, eating on me some pasta Ooh I love some lobster, hit hard, move silent They like a mobster, thank god that he put me on this roster I want the money, what can you offer [Hook] [Verse 2] I got the money, bring the money machine She see them hundreds, they poking out the jeans She see my diamonds, they right on me Boy I’m super hot, you see the flame on me Yeah, bad bitch she from Cuba You made the news, you famous Shout out to my shooter Grab the gun, work like a Migo Shout out to Young Scooter Ass and titties in my studio, got it, I did from Hooters Living lavish, I want a palace Versace rugs as well, call me Aladdin Your man a hater but he look up to me Girl I’m a god Your girl in action when she ran up to me Oh my god But that shit right there cost me a pretty penny All these racks in my pockets, that’s why my pants are skinny Yeah this [?] in sight, I might just do some grinning The bills got to get paid, so it’s back to business [Hook]