[Hook]
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
[Bridge]
I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right like a blazer
[Verse 1]
We argue, we fight, and we fuss
And we f** and we muggin' each other
I eat it, I lick it
I treat it, I don't wanna leave it defeated
Come on and f** on me
Run from me, buck on me, yeah
Put luck on me, pull up on me
Feel ups on me, s** gifts on me
f** is you hatin' for?
I am so different, come have a tour
I caught him disturbin' the peace
And I left him extinct like a dinosaur
Drownin' in mud like a muh'f**in' rhinoceros
I didn't think that she was a freak but she kinda was
Yeah she was a freaky little b**h
I didn't get a chance to even eat that little b**h
Do you mind if I creep that little b**h
I'm gone, when I f** a b**h, I'm straight outta the trenches
Do you mind if I need that little b**h?
Do you mind if I feed her to the clique?
If you mind I don't ever wanna be rich
And I'ma rip that money up with my clique like a pick, yeah
[Bridge]
I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right like a blazer
[Hook]
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
[Verse 2]
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Hit it from the back and I can't see nothin' like a cataract
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Standin' back, lookin' like I'm bammin' it
Smokin' packs lookin' at you runnin' that
I'ma die lookin' at your humble a**
Come in, baby, that's my mama, baby
My heart racin' and I'm so impatient
Call Metro and let leak speed racer
Cook that dope up, but no Easy Baker
I swear to God I only f**ed I didn't cake her
I was too busy buyin' acres
That's my b**h, n***a that's my b**h
She can never come f** you if she's my b**h
Gold VVS' I go Mitch
And I swear you gon' get hit if it's a hit
b**h I've been the boss of ever since
All my f**in' cups dirty like a ditch
I'm in beast mode like Marshawn Lynch
And if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
But me? I swear...
[Hook]
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
[Bridge]
I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right like a blazer