//CHORUS// //I want my money to spend Friday night comin' up and I want money to spend I want my money to spend.// All day, all day, all day Verse: I like my money on time I like my women a dime,/ And I want both -it motivates the grind./ Don't need a bad b**h for a good time But all my good times have come with a bad b**h./ That mean I won't settle for half-rich./ I want the commas, I promise./ I wanna make money in my pajamas,/ And I want a villa in Italy for my momma; zero f**s what the cost is./ I want the profits/ -simple as that I want a suite above an executive's office where I can find solace./ No more boxes up in my closets./ I want a walk-in to fetch one of my watches./ Crib lookin' flawless, I'm feelin' like Gatsby./ This drink's got me happy./ Smokin' this fattie; voice gettin' raspy./ This baddie wanna get nasty./ This ain't Vegas; go ahead -ask me./ She lookin' good misbehavin' so badly./ She's not the sitter when I drop the kids off and she calls me daddy./ Friday night comin' up; gimme the addy./