All Dis Money

[Intro – Mango Foo] All this money, got so much money Money, money All this money, got so much money [Hook – Mango Foo] All this money, got money, got money in the trap All this money, got money, got money cause I rap All this money, so much money, put it in the bag All this money, got money, got these niggas mad All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, all this money So much money [Verse 1 – Migo Bands] All these dirty hundreds made the money counter jam I ain’t got to count it cause a dollar weigh a gram Nigga I got birds, I got birds, Trans-Ams Young rich nigga catching serves out the Lamb I’m sticking to the script, you get script if you get caught stealin' I fell in love money, I done think I had no feelings Count it up, count it up, looking at the calendar I don’t know when I’m going out Word on the street if the plug serve me then we ain’t seeing no drought [Hook] [Verse 2 – Mango Foo] Mango the fool, I’m draped up in jewels I got paper like I’m in school My diamonds they wet like a pool You tryna take 'em, Fox 5, make the news I got money like I work at a bank OG gas bags all in the trap, got it stank Got a knife on the end of the rifle, get shanked Hit the water with the baking soda, fuck around and faint Got a whole lot of money Trapping and capping I don’t have a budget Underarm kush got the whole club musty Say your nigga real shooter but your gun clip rusty I come from the dirty like rugby Rode around, tryna call me Benny cause I been had hundreds In the kitchen whipping like George Foreman I bring it back like it’s karma OKC the trap, we hit a nigga with the thunder [Hook] [Verse 3 – Rich The Kid] All this money, got too many hundreds Only big fish and my bitch count twenties Mango, go hit em with the K though Fuck around and leave your brain gone Big chase, big money Bunch of our shoes cost 15 hundred More chains, more ice Might blind your bitch, that’s on my life Young rich nigga from the bottom Made it from the bricks, you know we got 'em Hundred band cash on my Rolex Call Migo Bands, hit 'em with the carbon But your bitch can’t whip it like me Ain’t talking bout Alicia, got Keys Nigga I’d rather be rich than famous Fuck your ho one night, bitch in Vegas [Hook]