Blade Brown - Money Songs lyrics

[Chorus] (x2) Got your money wrong? Wanna get your money long? Go and cop my tape Then go and listen to some money songs Go and listen to some money songs But never ever tell the squally where you got that money from [Verse 1] n***as rapping like they're from Chicago I'm a London n***a wrapping all this cargo I've got the block like "where the f** that car go?" When me and Jagger pull off fam it's like a car show And all my jail n***as know a n***a sent money Put all your sh** together's like my rent money Them n***as got that "where the f** it went?" money I've got that "what I say you know I f**ing meant" money And n***as wanna be down go fill that form out All my little n***as beating all this corn out They wanna try a n***a, test my form out My calculator bu*tons dem are worn out I remember I was trying to get that cake in I was on foot dodging all the paigons n***as thought I was low they was mistaken When I found out how to press it was amazing [Chorus] [Verse 2] n***as asking why I rap with so much confidence Music videos in four different continents Little n***as getting ga**ed up off of compliments Go and ask (boop, boop) what's the consequence But wait, I can make c**aine n***as asking me why I ain't got no gold chain I told them "look I know about this road game" Richest n***a 'round me's looking so plain Here we got food spreading like a virus She's s**ing me off looking at my iris Breaking off a sample let them try this Half an hour later trying to buy this Might run up in your yard but ain't no burglar Half these n***as round me they're just murderers Laughing at these n***as trying to murder us Laughing at these n***as trying to murder us [Chorus]