Money Songtext
von Kyle Dion
Money Songtext
I need money
She never ask questions
She like to take her naps
Want me to run up a check
Then I go blow out her back
She give me ostrich neck
Tongue in her ass crack
I′m making bucks now
Nowhere to go, COVID
Wasting all these fits
I call it polenta
But you call it grits (yes, bitch)
Sick of the album cuts
I want the big hits
Me, I'm a skinny nigga
But I like a big bitch
I don′t need you, I need money
Fuck yo' feelings, I need money
I want mulala, can't you see?
I don′t need you, I need money
I, I don′t take me too serious
My vernacular reckless
Period
Three cups of coffee (yeah)
Shit, I forgot to eat (oh fuck)
Bringing home Popeyes
Only eat the biscuits (yeah)
Wearing my girl's jeans
Eyes all on my dick print
I′m in a Zoom chat
Falsetto got me rich (got me rich)
I don't need you, I need money (I don′t need you, I need money)
Fuck your feelings, I need money (fuck your feelings, I need money)
I want mulala, can't you see? (Can′t you see, yeah)
I don't need you, I need money
I don't need you, I need money (I don′t need you, I need money)
Fuck your feelings, I need money
I want mulala, can′t you see?
I don't need you, I need money
I, I don′t take me too serious
My vernacular reckless
Period
Don't call me
Don′t call me unless it's about the money
I don′t want to talk to anybody
I don't really fuck with a- (hold on a second)
Don't call me
Don′t call me unless it′s about the money
I don't want to talk to anybody
I don′t really fuck with anybody
It's just like
I can get whatever I want, I can go wherever I want
I can vibe, you know, ′cause you could buy people now, like what
I can buy whatever the hell I want, I can do whatever I want
When I have money
That's kinda sad
She never ask questions
She like to take her naps
Want me to run up a check
Then I go blow out her back
She give me ostrich neck
Tongue in her ass crack
I′m making bucks now
Nowhere to go, COVID
Wasting all these fits
I call it polenta
But you call it grits (yes, bitch)
Sick of the album cuts
I want the big hits
Me, I'm a skinny nigga
But I like a big bitch
I don′t need you, I need money
Fuck yo' feelings, I need money
I want mulala, can't you see?
I don′t need you, I need money
I, I don′t take me too serious
My vernacular reckless
Period
Three cups of coffee (yeah)
Shit, I forgot to eat (oh fuck)
Bringing home Popeyes
Only eat the biscuits (yeah)
Wearing my girl's jeans
Eyes all on my dick print
I′m in a Zoom chat
Falsetto got me rich (got me rich)
I don't need you, I need money (I don′t need you, I need money)
Fuck your feelings, I need money (fuck your feelings, I need money)
I want mulala, can't you see? (Can′t you see, yeah)
I don't need you, I need money
I don't need you, I need money (I don′t need you, I need money)
Fuck your feelings, I need money
I want mulala, can′t you see?
I don't need you, I need money
I, I don′t take me too serious
My vernacular reckless
Period
Don't call me
Don′t call me unless it's about the money
I don′t want to talk to anybody
I don't really fuck with a- (hold on a second)
Don't call me
Don′t call me unless it′s about the money
I don't want to talk to anybody
I don′t really fuck with anybody
It's just like
I can get whatever I want, I can go wherever I want
I can vibe, you know, ′cause you could buy people now, like what
I can buy whatever the hell I want, I can do whatever I want
When I have money
That's kinda sad
Writer(s): Daniel Choder, Aaron Bortz, Christopher Hartz, Kyle Branham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com