Money Rich Homie Quan

[Intro]
(Nikko, let me get a hit)
Y'all niggas better be glad I ain't got that money counter in the booth with me, nigga
You know I'm sayin'?
I swear to God I'd run through a million cash, nigga, in like five minutes
Yeah

[Chorus]
Money gon' love me and I'm gon' love it
Money gon' be there, always for me
Money gon' save me, hold it in my other hand
Money get insecure, put it in a rubber band
You know we getting money, money, money, money, money
You know we saving money, money, money, money, money
You know we got money, money, money, money, money
Got a whole lot of money, money, money, money, money

[Verse]
Mold on that money still dug in the backyard
Dog get to barking if you close, we gon' catch y'all
Got some bullets that'll go through you with or without the vest on
I don't wanna have to leave your shirt with a mess on it
I was still mad at you after I went to sleep and slept on it
Go down on that D, baby, I want you to make a mess on it
Number two pencil, bae, like that wood, you can test on me
You know money come with Rich Homie
I diamond your bezel, that money got you a new Range
That money did change me, what I look like staying the same?
Money got me booked 'cross the country all on them planes
Why would I disrespect that money when it keep me paid?