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ABOUT MONEY lyrics

Performer Destroy Lonely

ABOUT MONEY song lyrics by Destroy Lonely official

ABOUT MONEY is a song in English

Hi, I'm Money

What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me (Black America)
Pilin' up the sand to the beach, we gettin' busy (yeah)
Fuckin' with me, everything unlimited (unlimited)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (your bitches in)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna fuckin' dance (yeah)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (woo)

If you a rich nigga, hold up your fuckin' chain (woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, clap your fuckin' ass (woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, pop your fuckin' bag (woo-woo)
If you a rich nigga, show these niggas, make 'em mad (woo-woo)
I've been geekin' extra hard, I know my mama mad (yeah)
I've been takin' care of my family, now I know my granny proud (yeah)
Everything elite, you can't fuck with this when we around (blatt)
We get fly and fleek, B.A. Comin' through to shoot you down (blatt)
Huh, exotic fleet, Lambo', Maybach, Lambo' (skrrt, skrrt)
American muscle, I've got the Trackhawk goin' Lambo' (skrrt, skrrt)
We ain't worried, we ain't worried 'bout it though (damn)
You can gon' fuck that nigga, ain't worried 'bout it, shawty (yeah)
I've been flexin' for twenty-two years and I ain't stoppin' now
I've been geekin' for sixty days, I'm 'bout to pop one off
I know you think it's crazy, last time you seen me, I hate that shit
Damn, I need a doctor, all these ice on me like I broke my wrist (watch)
I twist up, I twist up, I twist up straight to your bitch (twist up)
Diamonds dancin', huh, yeah, they twist at the hip (twist up)
2 P, they want icon when I hit the fuckin' stage
Two hundred racks knockin' off that bitch, young nigga, I got paid
Turn a mansion to a fuckin' rave (Baby Money, Baby Money)
I turned up and went out to L.A. (woo, woo-woo)
Baby, you could stay in my bed, then play house (ha, yeah)
What you wanna do? What you wanna say?
(Turn it up)

What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me
Pilin' up the sand to the beach, we gettin' busy
Fuckin' with me, everything unlimited (yeah)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (yeah)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna fuckin' dance (yeah)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (what? Woo)
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Bobby Sandimanie, Corey Kerr, Jalan Lowe, Nick Spiders
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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