Nicki Minaj - Blue Cash (Remix)* lyrics

[Intro: Monty Python & (Young Thug)] Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly With money, you can make a smash There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money There is nothing like a newly minted pound (Money, money, money, money) Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase Money, money, money makes the world go 'round (Yee!) [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo) I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles) I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew) Gotta upgrade the stars outer space for me (Yeah) [Chorus: Young Thug] Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber) Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land) Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (By the tens) I'm just drinkin' Act, Kurt Cobain (Cobains) [Verse 1: Young Thug] Money on your dawg and go bust his brains (Grrt) Leave him on the sidewalk like he gettin' a tan (Graow) I grow micro-soft drinkin' oxygen (Graow) b*tch, I been a boss since a god damn kid (Woo!) Hop out on the block with a AK, make him do the cha-cha-cha (Skrrt, skrrt) I rode the Dropbox with your bae and I got my rocks off, woo (Got my rocks off) She su*ked the socks off of me and they was Gucci (Woo!) I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didn't eat her coochie (On God) I'm livin' life as a pimp (Yeah) I'll put a b*tch on your shrimp (Yeah) I'm high in the sky like a blimp (High) Ooh, I'll cop a Rolls Royce first attempt (Skrrt) What's the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah You just showin' you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah (Let's go) [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo) I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles) I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew) Gotta upgrade the stars outer space for me (Yeah) [Chorus: Young Thug] Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber) Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land) Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (By the tens) I'm just drinkin' Act, Kurt Cobain (Cobains) [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb My chopper sing, it need autotune Bad b*tch in my hotel room Take a perky right before we fu*k, then act a fool Sad money, I got blue face diamonds I'm at the top and I'm gonna keep on climbin' I got a gun on my hip, no silence I want these ni**as to hear the violence Momma told me, "Don't trust nobody" Damn, momma, you seen it coming That's why I don't keep this heat for nothin' Try me, then you're gettin' one Plus one and a couple more, uh 30 shots when I am all done Right, right? Did I do the math right? Stomp 'em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo) I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles) I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew) Gotta upgrade the stars outer space for me (Yeah) [Chorus: Young Thug] Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber) Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land) Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (By the tens) I'm just drinkin' Act, Kurt Cobain [Outro: Monty Python] Money, money, money makes the– Money, money, money makes the– Money, money, money makes the world go 'round Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money