Money Money Money

[ Verse 1 ] Bitch I'm gone, and I ain't got no mother fucking money But i got bout 3 playboy-boy bunny and They quick to fuck a nigga for that-that dubby Kenny Ken be far from a dummy, plus im all about my cheddar ( nigga you just said that you was broke ) Biiiiiiiiiiiiiitch whatever Back it up, Uhaul truck, girl you got that ghetto stuff You know I'm looking, peeping, masturbating while I be creeping Could of thought ?? made me jizz all up in my jeans, know what I mean? I'm super clean, super fly, rocking super ?? 'til i die huh, yo You ain't never met a nigga this immature, I'ma immature whore Can I get a girl with no flaws, no draws And some tits that drag to the mother fucking floor People tell me I don't take my music serious and my shit too explicit Like you obligated to sit there and listen, nigga the comments and fake ass whispering Yo, I don't get no pleasure from letters and bitches wearing sweaters But I would do better with hipster bitches with Cosby sweaters So get your Cosby on, and get that Hi-C up And watch us broke niggas sit and count this money up [ Hook ] For the love of money People will steal from their mother For the love of money People will rob their own brother For the love of money People can't even walk the streets Because they'll never know who in the world they're gonna beat For that mean, oh mean, mean green Almighty Dollar! Cash Money [ Verse 2 ] Lets talk about bricks, Kenny Rebel go the master plan We work hard, play hard, just so we can advance money So we can flip it like a back hand 75 in the hood, 25 in the stacks, 5.0. on the ass So we gotta move fast, with the dirty money