So Much Money Songtext
von Gucci Mane feat. Chief Keef
So Much Money Songtext
I ain′t tryna fall out with money
I ain't tryna fall out with money
I just wanna ball out with money
And I ain′t tryna fall out with money
I got so much money on me
I got so much money on me
I got so much money on me
I got so much money on me
I ain't tryna fall out with money
I ain't tryna fall out with money
I get so much money
I′m standin′ here with so much money
I got model money, show money, plus I'm gettin′ that dope money
I might get your ho money, yeah she a snow bunny
Grow house dro money, lick that slow money
Glock 9, kick doors, bitch I need some more money
I ain't at all but my bank roll keep a fleet of young hoes
Smokin′ on a [?]
Gucci cutthroat, used to stay next door his kinfolk
Limousine tint, bitch, pourin' up your rent money
Pour it up ′til it turn purp', 50 cent money
All my goons, yeah they on alert, get you murked money
I'm in Dallas livin′ fuckin′ lavish, I got Dirk money (swish!)
Caesar's Palace, yeah I let ′em have it, I got work [?]
Homie ain't got a cent to his name, he ain′t got money
He a lame, ain't no one to blame, got cocaine money
Gucci, I got white money, brown money, green money
Nigga, you a lame, [?] blind, never seen money
That bitch ask what time it is, it′s 10: 17
I can't fit more bank rolls in my Robin jeans
He got 30 fucking problems if you think bout robbing me
I got kill a nigga whack money
I ain't tryna fall out with money
I just wanna ball out with money
And I ain′t tryna fall out with money
I got so much money on me
I got so much money on me
I got so much money on me
I got so much money on me
I ain't tryna fall out with money
I ain't tryna fall out with money
I get so much money
I′m standin′ here with so much money
I got model money, show money, plus I'm gettin′ that dope money
I might get your ho money, yeah she a snow bunny
Grow house dro money, lick that slow money
Glock 9, kick doors, bitch I need some more money
I ain't at all but my bank roll keep a fleet of young hoes
Smokin′ on a [?]
Gucci cutthroat, used to stay next door his kinfolk
Limousine tint, bitch, pourin' up your rent money
Pour it up ′til it turn purp', 50 cent money
All my goons, yeah they on alert, get you murked money
I'm in Dallas livin′ fuckin′ lavish, I got Dirk money (swish!)
Caesar's Palace, yeah I let ′em have it, I got work [?]
Homie ain't got a cent to his name, he ain′t got money
He a lame, ain't no one to blame, got cocaine money
Gucci, I got white money, brown money, green money
Nigga, you a lame, [?] blind, never seen money
That bitch ask what time it is, it′s 10: 17
I can't fit more bank rolls in my Robin jeans
He got 30 fucking problems if you think bout robbing me
I got kill a nigga whack money
Writer(s): Gucci Mane, Keith Cozart, David Cunningham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com