Guapdad 4000 - Money lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, turn it up in the headphones I need to hear that sh*t wap There it is Yeah [Verse 1] I said fuego, coming with the flame like a Draco Make a broke ni**a catch up, no tomatoes Le' go, build an infrastructure for my payroll No squares in my circles, save that for the Eggo's Hey hoe, take a trip down to San Diego You bust tricks, I flip cards for the peso Fabo, ni**a geeked up in this b*tch I'm a pretty ass ni**a with a prettier dick b*tch hello, freeband's, all from Neiman's Leave the register, I'm doing the "I just got the receipt" dance You a kiddie pool and ni**as been off the deep end And I'm unemployed everyday is the weekend I'm a Bay mobster, trend setter, wave monster Ruth Chris scamming and I ordered eight lobsters Brought a b*tch with me and she called it a feast b*tch, I just really wanted something to eat [Interlude 1] Money, money, money, money, money Ha, ha, ni**a was hungry I woke up, I got an appetite I couldn't find no fettuccine no where Money, money, money, money So I had to get it instantly Please truffle bu*ter me ASAP [Verse 2] Now she wanna give bomb ni**a head like turban su*k me up like Kirby, bust a nut start swervin' Going ape sh*t ni**a like a Saiyan with a tail She said "that's a nice coat," I said "b*tch, this Chanel" Issa check, I ain't on a discount rack Your designer ugly, you should get your discount back Young scammer in the building, 'bout to start a religion If I tripped on my money, I would fall on my b*tches Off top, if you a broke ni**a you an opp If you a broke b*tch you's a thot If you my ex b*tch you's a bop You over-curious then you a cop You driving hella slow, you getting popped You like my b*tch then we can swap 'Cause my b*tch gon' wanna come home and yours not I share lots with ni**as who share stocks Turn heads like Beyblades, ni**a's spin top [Interlude 2] Money, money, money, money, money What was that? ni**a Dragoon Hit him with the Dragoon Money, money, money, money Turbine double twister Thats what she over here doing [Verse 3] Aqua fist wrist watch, I'm scamming your friends pops The paint don't drip drop, Its matte like dreadlocks I'm dodging the wedlock and duckin' the fed watch I'd rhyme with bedrock but that's cliche ni**a, I'm in Morton's everyday with a filet Racing to the paper like a relay, then stay, out in Chile We lay over Gucci, all my paper looseleaf Trying to get money from a Hello or a Lucy A Tribe Called Scam, I just never knew Phife But my wrist look just like Bonita on ice And I need to get Head & Shoulders, these fu*kin' po-lice Bruh, it was days I was eating just rice I might say less, but I always do the most About my green bread like avocado toast Can't forget the blue like my name was Steve I draw pictures with the clues that you wouldn't believe I'm a breath of fresh air, these hoes still can't breathe Pretty ni**a so sharp, how I still ain't bleed? I'd done dodged the b*tch out and she still ain't leave Guapdad, Scam Boy, but I need the cheese, yeah