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Young Thug - Money On Money Feat Future Lyrics

(Wheezy outta here)
(808 Mafia)
The Wagster, turn me up some'
Yeah, okay

Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I'm spendin this shit on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friends
Uh, drop top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I don't know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nothin' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

Mama, you a thot (uh)
I don't want shots (uh)
Brother, you a rat (my brother)
Twin, you a pack (twin)
Runnin' through Saks
Louis V slacks (Louis)
Hermès trench (Hermès)
Swimming pool heated (ioh)
Yeah, she ain't tryna eat it (she ain't tryna what?)
Shawty, you can beat it (bitch)
Drinkin' two-liter, ride a two-seater (uh, uh), ridin' with a eater (bitch)
Callin' me papi, I'm callin' her mami and señorita (uh, yeah, all of it)
I ain't bein' cocky, but I been puttin' on ever since beepers (no kizzy)
Fuck me good the first day, a nigga might keep her (fuck a nigga good)
Blowin' money fast like a fuckin' cheetah (mm, that's good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas (ah, yeah, yeah)
Bugatti Spyder, whippin' that bitch from the side

Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I'm spendin this shit on my bitch and my kids (put this shit up for my kids)
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent (no rent, nigga)
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin (hah)
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friends (on God)
Uh, drop top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it (I don't know the name of it)
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I don't know the name of her (what's her name?)
She told that pussy, she don't know nothin' about him, and it fucked his fame up (haha)
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

You identify my bitches with APs
She ain't got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belong to the streets (Ski)

Uh-huh, spoiled lil' bitch wearin' a Patek (huh)
Rose gold snake, she a baddie (uh-huh)
Transport foreign, go slatty (uh-huh)
Doggin' out a ho like Shaggy (beep)
Could've went Spec', went Caddy (ah)
Pull up with the cutter, we ready (yeah)
Fucked a opp bitch, I'm petty (ah)
Iced out bolognese spaghetti (yeah)
First off gotta go baguettie (slime)
Talk less, do more spinnin' (yeah)
Walk down, shit'll get drenchy, uh
Turnt the whole city up litty (skrrt)
Bad bitch could've went viddy (wow)
Savage, 21 killers (brr)
Brat bitch ridin' with her sister, huh
Dog-ass ho, you a thotty, ayy
Bruh turn cop, new body, uh
Twin, you a rat, you smoked, uh
Shoot 'em in the head, you the GOAT, uh
Could've went fed, went broke, uh
Trap nigga livin' out the ocean, yeah
The Phantom, the Rolls, I don't know
The eaters go wherever I go (uh-ah)

Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I'm spendin this shit on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friends
Uh, drop top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I don't know the name of her
She told that pussy, she don't know nothin' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud