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Money Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Murph
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: UNKNOWN, JONATHAN ALEXANDER HOWARD, JOSEPH PAUL MURPHY




Big Murph - Money Lyrics




(Hook)
Why everybody actin all rich
Like They got Benjamin's bustin out the stitch
Live in a trailer but still drive a nice whip
PO dunk get drunk sip drank by the fifth
Everybody act like money (I say)
Everybody act like money (I say)
Everybody act like money
Till theres money on the table
Then they act real funny (I say)

(Verse)
Let me tell yo ass something right now
Im not made of money....I've not made it out
Still out here In the gutter make it rain It's a drought
The way my bars flowin it's a drain it's a spout
Smoking dank it's loud
I can not turn it down
We turn up off that crown
Need some coke to wash it down
Why y'all actin like you only got the finer things
Out here Cappin like you done went won the lottery
All that false flexing you gon pull a hamstring
If you in debt then all that cash don't mean a damn thing
Act like big boy ballin but they boujee and they bluffin
Type to live with they momma till they 32 or somethin
Don't ever pay the rent but every weekend out here clubbing
Type to claim they make that bread but ain't never seen an oven
Say it's sweet to own it all but don't even got a budget
I'd rather make 50% of a million than 100% of nothing

(Verse 2)
What would you do if you had money like Pablo
Ball like rondo? mucho money make ya macho?
As for me I would invest it into crypto
Buy some land in Texas
Then sit back and watch it triple
Turn a trailer to a palace
Solo cup into a chalice
Weigh the good shit with the bad
And give my life that perfect balance
On the other hand I've seen
That all that green can turn to greed
Watch em waste it on their wants
Now they've neglected all their needs
Wind up right back in the slums
With the ratchets and the bums
Had to move back in with moms
Cause They've done ran through all the funds
Stack yo bread save the crumbs
Mix that pineapple and rum
Smoking purple like a plum
I'm Counting paper with my thumb
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(Hook)
Why everybody actin all rich
Like They got Benjamin's bustin out the stitch
Live in a trailer but still drive a nice whip
PO dunk get drunk sip drank by the fifth
Everybody act like money (I say)
Everybody act like money (I say)
Everybody act like money
Till theres money on the table
Then they act real funny (I say)

(Verse)
Let me tell yo ass something right now
Im not made of money....I've not made it out
Still out here In the gutter make it rain It's a drought
The way my bars flowin it's a drain it's a spout
Smoking dank it's loud
I can not turn it down
We turn up off that crown
Need some coke to wash it down
Why y'all actin like you only got the finer things
Out here Cappin like you done went won the lottery
All that false flexing you gon pull a hamstring
If you in debt then all that cash don't mean a damn thing
Act like big boy ballin but they boujee and they bluffin
Type to live with they momma till they 32 or somethin
Don't ever pay the rent but every weekend out here clubbing
Type to claim they make that bread but ain't never seen an oven
Say it's sweet to own it all but don't even got a budget
I'd rather make 50% of a million than 100% of nothing

(Verse 2)
What would you do if you had money like Pablo
Ball like rondo? mucho money make ya macho?
As for me I would invest it into crypto
Buy some land in Texas
Then sit back and watch it triple
Turn a trailer to a palace
Solo cup into a chalice
Weigh the good shit with the bad
And give my life that perfect balance
On the other hand I've seen
That all that green can turn to greed
Watch em waste it on their wants
Now they've neglected all their needs
Wind up right back in the slums
With the ratchets and the bums
Had to move back in with moms
Cause They've done ran through all the funds
Stack yo bread save the crumbs
Mix that pineapple and rum
Smoking purple like a plum
I'm Counting paper with my thumb
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Writer: UNKNOWN, JONATHAN ALEXANDER HOWARD, JOSEPH PAUL MURPHY
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Bucks Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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