BrandUn DeShay - Money Money Money lyrics

[ Verse 1 ] b**h I'm gone, and I ain't got no mother f**ing money But i got bout 3 playboy-boy bunny and They quick to f** a n***a for that-that dubby Kenny Ken be far from a dummy, plus im all about my cheddar ( n***a you just said that you was broke ) Biiiiiiiiiiiiiitch whatever Back it up, Uhaul truck, girl you got that ghetto stuff You know I'm looking, peeping, masturbating while I be creeping Could of thought ?? made me jizz all up in my jeans, know what I mean? I'm super clean, super fly, rocking super ?? 'til i die huh, yo You ain't never met a n***a this immature, I'ma immature who*e Can I get a girl with no flaws, no draws And some tits that drag to the mother f**ing floor People tell me I don't take my music serious and my sh** too explicit Like you obligated to sit there and listen, n***a the comments and fake a** whispering Yo, I don't get no pleasure from letters and b**hes wearing sweaters But I would do better with hipster b**hes with Cosby sweaters So get your Cosby on, and get that Hi-C up And watch us broke n***as sit and count this money up [ Hook ] For the love of money People will steal from their mother For the love of money People will rob their own brother For the love of money People can't even walk the streets Because they'll never know who in the world they're gonna beat For that mean, oh mean, mean green Almighty Dollar! Cash Money [ Verse 2 ] Lets talk about bricks, Kenny Rebel go the master plan We work hard, play hard, just so we can advance money So we can flip it like a back hand 75 in the hood, 25 in the stacks, 5.0. on the a** So we gotta move fast, with the dirty money