Young Shun - Money Bags lyrics

[Intro] All I want is money All I want is money All I want is money All I want is money [Hook] Money, money, money, all I want is money Busting down them onions, turn them into hundreds Whipping up the blow, that's a bag of money Junkies at the door, 'nother bag of money Money, money, money, all I want is money Wake up in the morning thumbing through them hundreds Go finesse a ho, that's a bag of money Hundred bands a show, 'nother bag of money [Verse 1] b**h I'm back in the trap with the sack and the strap I got money on my mind, that's a salary cap I just happen to rap, I got the crack, got the pain pills And if you looking for that gas, b**h I'm Hank Hill I keep a fox in a dress like Wanda You haters cut it out like Angela Anaconda I'm swimming with piranhas, got some n***as like to gang bang And I be getting off kis like I can't sing Just try to maintain, man I would never Thugga follow that bread like Hansel and Gretel Got these hoes' heads gone like Hannibal Lecter You can talk to the hand b**h - Hamburger Helper Doing better and better but they ain't quite like me The way I'm balling, they about to make a Like Mike 3 sh** I might not speak, I just show that ho the check and The whole crew pa** her ‘round like the book in "Best Man" [Hook] [Verse 2] Guala told ‘em he's back and their feelings got hurt Still screaming Free Crack like I'm giving out work Bad b**hes, I murk, yeah you know I'm player made Girl if money make you cum, bet this dick will make you stay n***a hustle day to day, spend my nights up in the a** club Foreign hoes in my bath tub, my dogs balling like Air Bud Got a bad s*ut, knew that I would one day smash her Now we bare on the covers like Kanye Albums I got 8 plasmas, Rolexes, rings And a fly pad – Kotex with wings You got low self esteem, talking like you're handicapped I say what I want like I'm sitting on Santa's lap Feet on the ground, hold it down like a bobby pin Money talks and y'all n***as is Joseline So many clones, every day I got a B-Day But stabbing your friend in the back is the only way you can be Trey [Hook] [Verse 3] They treat me like Gerald since I got my lil' vert I just sent that ho a tweet, now oops! There goes her shirt More profits than the church, feds asking if I got the scale You know my dog speaking Spanish like Taco Bell I'm chasing mail, chasing tail, what you call that? Dr. Dolittle, when that p**y talk, I talk back Like I read books, bring that paper back or hard back More P's than the lunch lady on All That f** Clifford, we big dogs, got steels like Chris Paul Flow cooler than menthols, blow paper like spit balls Big balls like Wipeout, slang wood and strike out And I don't know where Howard stay but I'm in da white house Dick all in your wife's mouth, n***a I be spazzing Keep a latin b**h and I ain't talking Princess Jasmine Fill her up with pa**ion, leave when she take a nap Pa** her to my dog like table scraps - All I want is [Hook]