Briss Mbada - Money lyrics

(Intro) Now wanna speed the game Count more money Wan own a couple Benz's Gawtta get the money (Hook) Heard you wan be the greatest , gawtta get the money Wanna earn a Lil respect gawttta get the money Now when I wake up errymornin all I think is money , all I need is money all I need is money Money X(16) (Verse 1)Mcy Ghost Change the locations when we deally Stepping on hearts lookin k**y Alligator countin Hunneds n fifties Purple kush Gawt rocker on tities I'm out in the streets Out in the city Heard they playin feel it Out on my business Juss trynna be realest You Know wha we did to get fullest Halla Ma n**uhs in streets Gawt a hustler on the beat Halla to erryone spinnin Man I been thru their feelings Man I'm too over infinite Man I'm too over divinity Man I'm over the feelin yo rappers is sweedy make errythin dizzy They said I changed I'm still the same buh I gawt money They said I'm great not to brag buh the power is money Your mans is whack no offense give em starch they hurry I changed their game said I'm bad Gawt me all these Hunneds I got a chance give em taste all is filthy round me Imma give it best give it birds ain't no say behind me Was workin bad I was late Plannin yo d**h Gawt a purple bag , purple haze and paid for the bags and paid for the gate Ghost (Verse 2) Briss Mbada I used to wonder why they like me more under the sheets// Until the love l got for money told me lm the sh**// If the love l got for money is the root l need the tree/ I feel like Benjamin Franklin should be reburied in me // I need the dollars like lm a coup // That's why the feeling the heat hot soup// Twenties fiftys and them hundreds talking skyscraper stakes// Pretty women in my trap house with them b**bs showing tits// Its all about the dollar dollar dollar bill// Being broke not even cool for me// I don't like my chicks singles gimmie three or foursome// Simply coz lm King Solo lm might need a thousand some// Big jagwa zikuhevy denhi safer yakazara kuti maga// Mareal Geez nemaReal beez mahucci smoking dagga// Pop bottles, smoke hooker zikubaseline kana reRagga// Mayellow yellow or maslimfit top type yemahwaga// Even on the day l die l need some stakes in my coffin/ All my huccies you be crying like rest in peace Mr_Green// hucci Outtro I woke up every morning I need some breakfast I gawtta grind around the city I need a nice ride I need a million dollar chick I gawtta look nice Thats the reason when I work up all I think is Money Money, Money Money, Money (x16)