King Los - Money Loud lyrics

[Hook] If you bout that paper n***a, this the anthem Money Loud, Pockets having temper tantrums Money Loud, Oh yes that money loud 20's, 50's, 100's till we stack a Hundred Thou Too many broke n***as, push the crowd back Ya'll got that Reggie, b**h we got that loud bag Money Loud, yea b**h that money loud 20's, 50's, 100's till we stack a hundred thou Dirty Money, that's that Puffy Combs Shaquille O'Neal, That mean your money long Money Loud, yeah b**h that money loud 20's, 50's, 100's till we stack a Hundred Thou [Verse 1] Ay yo, Pull up in that Bentley, bumpin' Benjamin stuntin' Money old but I'm young, My pockets on Benjamin bu*ton 20's 50's & 100's, you a George Washington baller You go nuts at the mall, I must go George Washington Carver I said your girl give alot of brain It's ironic that I called her dumb She looked at my swag and said man he's fresh So I f**ed her while bumpin' Tha Carter 1 One b**h said your Breitling cold, I said but my Rollie hot My n***as get that dirty bread, Wholy-moly donut shop I'm pimpin' just stop it, If your b**h is the topic She go for my sack so much, I feel like I'm Vick in the pocket You know I scramble and duck her, You hold her hand & you cuff her I guess she lickin' the rapper because her man is a s**er I said, I said if she this knot then she gon drop that, drop that I give her pink Ciroc, it make her box wet My game bu*ter, it will make your Honey roll And n***a you ain't gettin money if your money fold [Hook] [Verse 2] I got these knots in my pocket, this is not what you want They say I'm over the top, I say my top in my trunk I'm the Ray Rice of my crew, You know my block in the front Give me that thang and I run it, it ain't no option to punt I'm screaming, wooo Riding back to back look like a Chevy club Them blades poking out, I call em Freddy gloves I could just Giuseppe b**hes or I could mink hoes Cuz I make that paper double like I work at Kinko's If I knock your honey down, I gotta peel her off me Yea she know my money loud, im talkin Gilbert Gottfried She let me get it first, then my homies go slam her I f**ed her in the coupe while bumpin' Tony Montana My money loud, like why worry Your money quiet, like libraries My game bu*ter, it will make your Honey roll And n***a you ain't gettin money if your money fold [Hook]