Young Thug - Money On Money (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Money On Money (en) Lyrics
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The Wagster, turn me up some
Yeah, okay
Money on money, these
millions, you dig?
I'm spendin' this shit on
my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz
This motherfucker 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 fuck 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
Fucked this lil' bitch 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 fucked 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)
Fuck me good the first day, a nigga
might keep her (Fuck a nigga good)
Blowin' money fast like a fuckin'
cheetah (Damn, that's good)
I been in the trenches filled
with hyenas (Ah, yeah, yeah)
Bugatti, Spyder, whippin'
that bitch from the side
I'm spendin' this shit on my
bitch and my kids (Put this
shit up for my kids)
This motherfucker 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 fuck 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)
Fucked this lil' bitch 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 fucked his fame up (Aha)
You identify my bitches with APs
She ain't got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belong to the streets (Ski)
Uh-ah, spoiled lil' bitch,
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)
Fucked a opp bitch, I'm petty (Ah)
Iced out bolognese spaghetti (Yeah)
First off, gotta go baguettie (Slime)
Talk less, do more spinnin' (Yeah)
Walk down, shit'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, caught 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)
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