Money On Money (feat. Future) (Explicit) - Young Thug/Future
Lyrics by：Jeffery Williams/Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn/Joshua Howard Luellen/Wesley Tyler Glass/Jason Rosenberg/Dylan Cleary-Krell/Jaden Dixon Christodoulou/Lucas DePante
Produced by：Southside/Wheezy/Beatzbyrrose/Dez Wright/9Jay/Juke Wong
Wheezy outta here
808 Mafia
The Wagster turn me up some
Yeah okay
Money on money these millions you dig?
I'm spendin' this **** on my ***** and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent' not the Benz
This ********* pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin'
If I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These **** niggas tellin' for nothin'
And I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Uh drop-top Rolls-Royce I don't know the kind
I don't know the name of it
***** this lil' ***** last night and this morning
But I don't know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nothin' about him
And it ***** his fame up
We want the same mud not the green my nigga the same mud
Mama you a thot Ah
I don't want shots Uh
Brother you a rat My brother
Twin you a pack Twin
Runnin' through Saks Hey
Louis V slacks Louis
Hermès trench Hermès
Swimmin' pool heated Ooh
Yeah she ain't tryna eat it She ain't tryna what?
Shawty you can beat it Peace
Drinkin' two-liter ride a two-seater Uh uh
Ridin' with a eater Beast
Callin' me papi I'm callin' her mami and señorita
Uh-huh yeah all of it
I ain't bein' cocky
But I been puttin' on ever since beepers No kizzy
**** me good the first day a nigga might keep her
**** a nigga good
Blowin' money fast like a ******* cheetah
Damn that's good
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas
Ah yeah yeah
Bugatti Spyder whippin' that ***** from the side
Money on money these millions you dig?
I'm spendin this **** on my ***** and my kids
Put this **** up for my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent' not the Benz
This ********* pink slip nigga no rent
No rent you dig?
I don't want you goin' to do nothin'
If I gotta be the one tell you to spin Hah
These **** niggas tellin' for nothin'
And I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend On God
Uh drop-top Rolls-Royce I don't know the kind
I don't know the name of it I don't know the name of it
***** this lil' ***** last night and this morning
But I don't know the name of her What's your name?
She told that pussy she don't know nothin' about him
And it ***** his fame up Aha
We want the same mud not the green my nigga the same mud
You identify my ******* with APs
She ain't got a AP she is not mine
You cold he cold
She belong to the streets Ski
Uh-huh spoiled lil' ***** went Patek Huh
Rose gold snake she a baddie Uh-huh
Transport foreign go slatty Uh-huh
Doggin' out a ho like Shaggy Beep
Could've went Spec' went Caddy Ah
Pull up with the cutter we ready Yeah
***** a opp ***** I'm petty Ah
Iced out bolognese spaghetti Yeah
First off gotta go baguettie Slime
Talk less do more spinnin' Yeah
Walk down ****'ll get treacherous Ooh
Turnt the whole city up litty Skrrt
Bad biddy could've went viddy Wow
Savage 21 killers Brr
Brabus ridin' with your sister huh
Dog-ass ho you a thotty ayy
Bruh turnt cop new body uh
Twin you a rat you smoked uh
Shoot 'em in the head you the GOAT uh
Could've went fed went broke uh
Trap nigga livin' out the ocean yeah
The Phantom the Rolls I don't know
The eaters go everywhere I go Uh-ah
Money on money these millions you dig?
I'm spendin' this **** on my ***** and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent' not the Benz
This ********* pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin'
If I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These **** niggas tellin' for nothin'
And I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Uh drop-top Rolls-Royce I don't know the kind
I don't know the name of it
***** this lil' ***** last night and this morning
But I don't know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nothin' about him
And it ***** his fame up
We want the same mud not the green my nigga the same mud
