T.Y. (Rapper) - Money Put Away lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Self made, Self paid Shorty bought that Rolls Royce Put it on blades Shorty paid the cost she now in boss lane Stayed down, got high and you never changed SL with the top up when it's heavy rain Have your name hold weight Have you chain solid gold no fake Destined to ball, it was written This is fate They can't interfere so I roll up let em hate [Hook: Curren$y] Money put away, I got some more coming Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting Money put away, I got some more coming Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing [Verse 2: T.Y.] Diamonds shining, fill my backwood with exotic I'm the hottest topic Pimp your b**h right out them dollars I don't wear no Robins Sweat pants is what I arrive in Yeah I'm steady climbing Swear I'm balling on these n***as Without a f**ing problem You don't want to problem, so don't you try to stop em JLR, Spitta told me get em I say I got em Water whippin in the kitchen That's how lil homie got em Ranking so many b**hes I'm starting to think they plotting I leave em with no watching What you saying something? Well make sure that I got it Got to be a cold day in hell before I let em ride me And all this ice around my neck It's not that hard to find me, yeah [Hook: Curren$y] Money put away, I got some more coming Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting Money put away, I got some more coming Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing [Verse 3: Corner Boy P] Uh Make it to spend it Blew a lot, I stash plenty Grill was 20, I smile at b**hes and boot up n***as I'm east side with it, my side ain't sweet Lil boy's blinking Slide for my n***as, they ride for me Like I ride for Spitta Yeah, if you ain't no that, you don't know a n***a And you probably the type that will owe a n***a Cuz if you did't know, then you will do better Teach a mans how to fish and he will eat forever sh**, keep our minds together we be rich forever Bury me in all my j**elry let me shine forever I got Ciroc and take a four on it Let them n***as have the style since I got more coming P [Hook: Curren$y] Money put away, I got some more coming Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting Money put away, I got some more coming Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing If you don't know that about me then you don't know nothing