Money (Explicit) - Young Nudy

Lyrics by：Quantavious T. Thomas/Jordan Jenks

Composed by：Quantavious T. Thomas/Jordan Jenks

Produced by：Pi'erre Bourne

I'm doin' good now you feel me

I'm doin' good now

Don't don't just think like a nigga just dumb as **** now

I ain't no dumbass nigga now

They can say whatever the **** they wanna say you feel me

I'll go in there and drop this **** on the table

Have the teacher principal panties gettin' wet

Make her wanna suck a young nigga d**k you hear me

I'm ain't playin' I'm tellin' the truth

Ooh-wee look what that money make a ***** do yeah

Mmm

You know I spend my money on mine nigga yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

You know I spend my money on mine nigga

I'm like yo what's up P what's up P

What be goin' on yeah yeah yeah yo yo

I'm like yo what's up P yo

What the **** goin' on yeah yeah yeah

Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here

Yo

I see niggas mad mad 'cause money didn't make me

Can't break me nah

I might do a lot of **** but never will be a hater never

Nigga if you know 'bout me I wake up and get paper get paper

Nigga if you know 'bout me my favorite is rollin' a flavor

Rollin' them flavors

Yeah I be countin' different colors on you haters on you haters

Throw them frames on told 'em I'll see 'em later I'll see you later

Got they flame on pull up with the blazers with the blazers

They could take somethin' ridin' 'round with them takers

I'm ridin' with the takers

Money yeah money yeah money yeah money yeah

Money yeah money yeah money yeah money yeah

Money yeah money yeah money yeah

You know I spend my money on mine nigga yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

Yeah I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

Nigga might flash it nigga might blast it dog

I got shooters that crash they'll crash

Shooters on my side like my gun on my side

It's on my side

Nigga I'm grindin' tryna go get it

I just want more millions more millions

Want more millions want more millions

Stack my **** to the ceiling to the ceiling

Hundred fifty for a show damn I wasn't gettin' five hundred

Damn I wasn't gettin' five hundred

Damn these niggas never know thought I was a one-hit wonder damn

Nigga better put it on they mama

Nigga wanna be like me no wonder no wonder

I got too much money too much commas

Runnin' right through it nigga you under you under me

Yeah under my feet

I step on niggas and I step in Loubs in Loubs

And I walk around with fifties on me

Nothin' but blues nothin' but blues

Niggas talkin' this and that

But nigga don't have no clue he ain't have no clue

What this money do

I'll make your ***** come through I'm in there

Money yeah money yeah money yeah money yeah

Money yeah money yeah money yeah money yeah

Money yeah money yeah money yeah money yeah

Money yeah money yeah money yeah money

I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

Yeah I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

I'm tryna break my bank account

You know I spend my money on mine nigga yeah

You know I spend my money on mine nigga