This about bizzzness
I'm about money you broke youngins beg
I remain humble I took from the mud
It molded my hustle
Weak bammas mad you ain't in the huddle working on me what about you
Want in the game so I bought the room say you got goals uh oh me too
I'm in the building you pushing brooms
You sippin on ack I'm chasing commas
Want a valet ride round my momma
Buy bro a Benz so he can stunt harder
You in the way and that's on my father!
Nuff about him
Say you got toolies Buss your whole melon
You lying you losing
Put on my squad
We make it happen
Ain't about money Issa distraction
Know the whole game
So don't try and play me bring the whole gang
We not gonna (goin) save you put that on glams
Ain't no exposing all of you clowns ain't no exposure
(You ain't got it )
Say you got it say you got it you ain't really gottt t it
Say you bout it say you bout it you ain't really bouttt. it
On my way on my way to a hunnit thousand
Gotta get it gotta get it ain't no way around it
Ooh... hooh. oih
Ha ha this money this money whoo whoo and imma go get it
Oo whoo this money this money whoo whoo I pray that it's endless
Ha ha this money this money (MOOONEY) whoo whoo and imma gonna get it
Whoo whoo this money this moooney ha ha and we on a mission
Whoo
Ha ha ha We coming yea
Ha ha ha this money yea
I got da juice... That's why they hate me
Glad it was planned ain't ish gon phase me
Move my own way
Damn what your plans be
I'm still on A
Ain't getting Ah plan b
Talkin bout levels I had to climb it
Now I'm eating brunch and out with the finest
Took me a second
Back to the come up
I Buss it down... look at the numbers
2 for da zip can't rock with the zannies
If she callin Ill serve to ya granny
Gotta keep go in
Want me a Grammy
Couple ah friends
Out in Miami
Love me
They hate me
Ooh it ain't easy
Hating on me
Won't give you no season I call up tone
Rell, o and beezy we get it poppin
Give us a reason!
Say you got it say you got it you ain't really gottt t it
Say you bout it say you bout it you ain't really bouttt. it
On my way on my way to a hunnit thousand
Gotta get it gotta get it ain't no way around it
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This about bizzzness
I'm about money you broke youngins beg
I remain humble I took from the mud
It molded my hustle
Weak bammas mad you ain't in the huddle working on me what about you
Want in the game so I bought the room say you got goals uh oh me too
I'm in the building you pushing brooms
You sippin on ack I'm chasing commas
Want a valet ride round my momma
Buy bro a Benz so he can stunt harder
You in the way and that's on my father!
Nuff about him
Say you got toolies Buss your whole melon
You lying you losing
Put on my squad
We make it happen
Ain't about money Issa distraction
Know the whole game
So don't try and play me bring the whole gang
We not gonna (goin) save you put that on glams
Ain't no exposing all of you clowns ain't no exposure
(You ain't got it )
Say you got it say you got it you ain't really gottt t it
Say you bout it say you bout it you ain't really bouttt. it
On my way on my way to a hunnit thousand
Gotta get it gotta get it ain't no way around it
Ooh... hooh. oih
Ha ha this money this money whoo whoo and imma go get it
Oo whoo this money this money whoo whoo I pray that it's endless
Ha ha this money this money (MOOONEY) whoo whoo and imma gonna get it
Whoo whoo this money this moooney ha ha and we on a mission
Whoo
Ha ha ha We coming yea
Ha ha ha this money yea
I got da juice... That's why they hate me
Glad it was planned ain't ish gon phase me
Move my own way
Damn what your plans be
I'm still on A
Ain't getting Ah plan b
Talkin bout levels I had to climb it
Now I'm eating brunch and out with the finest
Took me a second
Back to the come up
I Buss it down... look at the numbers
2 for da zip can't rock with the zannies
If she callin Ill serve to ya granny
Gotta keep go in
Want me a Grammy
Couple ah friends
Out in Miami
Love me
They hate me
Ooh it ain't easy
Hating on me
Won't give you no season I call up tone
Rell, o and beezy we get it poppin
Give us a reason!
Say you got it say you got it you ain't really gottt t it
Say you bout it say you bout it you ain't really bouttt. it
On my way on my way to a hunnit thousand
Gotta get it gotta get it ain't no way around it
I'm about money you broke youngins beg
I remain humble I took from the mud
It molded my hustle
Weak bammas mad you ain't in the huddle working on me what about you
Want in the game so I bought the room say you got goals uh oh me too
I'm in the building you pushing brooms
You sippin on ack I'm chasing commas
Want a valet ride round my momma
Buy bro a Benz so he can stunt harder
You in the way and that's on my father!
Nuff about him
Say you got toolies Buss your whole melon
You lying you losing
Put on my squad
We make it happen
Ain't about money Issa distraction
Know the whole game
So don't try and play me bring the whole gang
We not gonna (goin) save you put that on glams
Ain't no exposing all of you clowns ain't no exposure
(You ain't got it )
Say you got it say you got it you ain't really gottt t it
Say you bout it say you bout it you ain't really bouttt. it
On my way on my way to a hunnit thousand
Gotta get it gotta get it ain't no way around it
Ooh... hooh. oih
Ha ha this money this money whoo whoo and imma go get it
Oo whoo this money this money whoo whoo I pray that it's endless
Ha ha this money this money (MOOONEY) whoo whoo and imma gonna get it
Whoo whoo this money this moooney ha ha and we on a mission
Whoo
Ha ha ha We coming yea
Ha ha ha this money yea
I got da juice... That's why they hate me
Glad it was planned ain't ish gon phase me
Move my own way
Damn what your plans be
I'm still on A
Ain't getting Ah plan b
Talkin bout levels I had to climb it
Now I'm eating brunch and out with the finest
Took me a second
Back to the come up
I Buss it down... look at the numbers
2 for da zip can't rock with the zannies
If she callin Ill serve to ya granny
Gotta keep go in
Want me a Grammy
Couple ah friends
Out in Miami
Love me
They hate me
Ooh it ain't easy
Hating on me
Won't give you no season I call up tone
Rell, o and beezy we get it poppin
Give us a reason!
Say you got it say you got it you ain't really gottt t it
Say you bout it say you bout it you ain't really bouttt. it
On my way on my way to a hunnit thousand
Gotta get it gotta get it ain't no way around it
Writer: TaKea Marshall
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