Hi, I'm money
Haha
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (Yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me (Black America)
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we gettin' busy
F*ckin' with me, everything unlimited (Unlimited)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (Your bitches in)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna f*ckin' dance (Yeah)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (Woo)
If you a rich nigga, hold up your f*ckin' chain (Woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, clap your f*ckin' ass (Woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, pop your f*ckin' bag (Woo-woo)
If you a rich nigga, show these niggas, make 'em mad (Woo-woo)
I've been geekin' extra hard, I know my mama mad (Yeah)
I've been takin' care of my family, now I know my granny proud (Yeah)
Everything elite, you can't f*ck with this when we around (Blatt)
We get fly and fleek, B.A. comin' through to shoot you down (Blatt)
Huh, exotic fleet, Lambo', Maybach, Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt)
American muscle, I've got the Trackhawk goin' Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt)
We ain't worried, we ain't worried 'bout it, dog (Damn)
You can go and f*ck that nigga, ain't worried 'bout it, shawty (Yeah)
I've been flexin' for twenty-two years and I ain't stoppin' now (No way)
I've been geekin' for sixty days, I'm 'bout to pop one off
I know you think it's crazy, last time you seen me, I hate that shit
Damn, I need a doctor, all these ice on me like I broke my wrist (Watch)
I twist up, I twist up, I twist up straight to your bitch (Twist)
Diamonds dancin', huh, yeah, they twist at the hip (Twist)
Two [?], they want icon when I hit the f*ckin' stage
Two hundred racks knockin' off that bitch, young nigga, I got pay (Pay)
Turn a mansion to a f*ckin' rave (Baby Money, Baby Money)
I turned up and went out to L.A. (Woo, woo-woo)
Baby, you could stay my bed, then play house (Ha, yeah)
What you wanna do? What you wanna say? (Turn me up)
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (Yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we gettin' busy
F*ckin' with me, everything unlimited (Yeah)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (Yeah)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna f*ckin' dance (Ass)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (What?)
Woo
About Money Video (MV)
Performed By: Destroy Lonely
From Album: Love Lasts Forever
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie, Corey Kerr, Jalan Lowe, Nick Spiders
Year: 2024
Destroy Lonely - About Money Lyrics
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English
Hi, I'm money
Haha
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (Yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me (Black America)
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we gettin' busy
F*ckin' with me, everything unlimited (Unlimited)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (Your bitches in)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna f*ckin' dance (Yeah)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (Woo)
If you a rich nigga, hold up your f*ckin' chain (Woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, clap your f*ckin' ass (Woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, pop your f*ckin' bag (Woo-woo)
If you a rich nigga, show these niggas, make 'em mad (Woo-woo)
I've been geekin' extra hard, I know my mama mad (Yeah)
I've been takin' care of my family, now I know my granny proud (Yeah)
Everything elite, you can't f*ck with this when we around (Blatt)
We get fly and fleek, B.A. comin' through to shoot you down (Blatt)
Huh, exotic fleet, Lambo', Maybach, Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt)
American muscle, I've got the Trackhawk goin' Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt)
We ain't worried, we ain't worried 'bout it, dog (Damn)
You can go and f*ck that nigga, ain't worried 'bout it, shawty (Yeah)
I've been flexin' for twenty-two years and I ain't stoppin' now (No way)
I've been geekin' for sixty days, I'm 'bout to pop one off
I know you think it's crazy, last time you seen me, I hate that shit
Damn, I need a doctor, all these ice on me like I broke my wrist (Watch)
I twist up, I twist up, I twist up straight to your bitch (Twist)
Diamonds dancin', huh, yeah, they twist at the hip (Twist)
Two [?], they want icon when I hit the f*ckin' stage
Two hundred racks knockin' off that bitch, young nigga, I got pay (Pay)
Turn a mansion to a f*ckin' rave (Baby Money, Baby Money)
I turned up and went out to L.A. (Woo, woo-woo)
Baby, you could stay my bed, then play house (Ha, yeah)
What you wanna do? What you wanna say? (Turn me up)
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (Yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we gettin' busy
F*ckin' with me, everything unlimited (Yeah)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (Yeah)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna f*ckin' dance (Ass)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (What?)
Woo
Haha
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (Yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me (Black America)
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we gettin' busy
F*ckin' with me, everything unlimited (Unlimited)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (Your bitches in)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna f*ckin' dance (Yeah)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (Woo)
If you a rich nigga, hold up your f*ckin' chain (Woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, clap your f*ckin' ass (Woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, pop your f*ckin' bag (Woo-woo)
If you a rich nigga, show these niggas, make 'em mad (Woo-woo)
I've been geekin' extra hard, I know my mama mad (Yeah)
I've been takin' care of my family, now I know my granny proud (Yeah)
Everything elite, you can't f*ck with this when we around (Blatt)
We get fly and fleek, B.A. comin' through to shoot you down (Blatt)
Huh, exotic fleet, Lambo', Maybach, Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt)
American muscle, I've got the Trackhawk goin' Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt)
We ain't worried, we ain't worried 'bout it, dog (Damn)
You can go and f*ck that nigga, ain't worried 'bout it, shawty (Yeah)
I've been flexin' for twenty-two years and I ain't stoppin' now (No way)
I've been geekin' for sixty days, I'm 'bout to pop one off
I know you think it's crazy, last time you seen me, I hate that shit
Damn, I need a doctor, all these ice on me like I broke my wrist (Watch)
I twist up, I twist up, I twist up straight to your bitch (Twist)
Diamonds dancin', huh, yeah, they twist at the hip (Twist)
Two [?], they want icon when I hit the f*ckin' stage
Two hundred racks knockin' off that bitch, young nigga, I got pay (Pay)
Turn a mansion to a f*ckin' rave (Baby Money, Baby Money)
I turned up and went out to L.A. (Woo, woo-woo)
Baby, you could stay my bed, then play house (Ha, yeah)
What you wanna do? What you wanna say? (Turn me up)
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (Yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we gettin' busy
F*ckin' with me, everything unlimited (Yeah)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (Yeah)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna f*ckin' dance (Ass)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (What?)
Woo
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Corey Kerr, Jalan Lowe, Nick Spiders
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
