Money Loud

[Hook] If you bout that paper nigga, this the anthem Money Loud, Pockets having temper tantrums Money Loud, Oh yes that money loud 20's, 50's, 100's till we stack a Hundred Thou Too many broke niggas, push the crowd back Ya'll got that Reggie, bitch we got that loud bag Money Loud, yea bitch that money loud 20's, 50's, 100's till we stack a hundred thou Dirty Money, that's that Puffy Combs Shaquille O'Neal, That mean your money long Money Loud, yeah bitch that money loud 20's, 50's, 100's till we stack a Hundred Thou [Verse 1] Ay yo, Pull up in that Bentley, bumpin' Benjamin stuntin' Money old but I'm young, My pockets on Benjamin Button 20's 50's & 100's, you a George Washington baller You go nuts at the mall, I must go George Washington Carver I said your girl give alot of brain It's ironic that I called her dumb She looked at my swag and said man he's fresh So I fucked her while bumpin' Tha Carter 1 One bitch said your Breitling cold, I said but my Rollie hot My niggas get that dirty bread, Wholy-moly donut shop I'm pimpin' just stop it, If your bitch is the topic She go for my sack so much, I feel like I'm Vick in the pocket You know I scramble and duck her, You hold her hand & you cuff her I guess she lickin' the rapper because her man is a sucker I said, I said if she this knot then she gon drop that, drop that I give her pink Ciroc, it make her box wet My game butter, it will make your Honey roll And nigga you ain't gettin money if your money fold [Hook] [Verse 2] I got these knots in my pocket, this is not what you want They say I'm over the top, I say my top in my trunk I'm the Ray Rice of my crew, You know my block in the front Give me that thang and I run it, it ain't no option to punt I'm screaming, wooo Riding back to back look like a Chevy club Them blades poking out, I call em Freddy gloves I could just Giuseppe bitches or I could mink hoes Cuz I make that paper double like I work at Kinko's If I knock your honey down, I gotta peel her off me Yea she know my money loud, im talkin Gilbert Gottfried She let me get it first, then my homies go slam her I fucked her in the coupe while bumpin' Tony Montana My money loud, like why worry Your money quiet, like libraries My game butter, it will make your Honey roll And nigga you ain't gettin money if your money fold [Hook]