[Intro: Lovele$$]
Kiss the money like it mean something
Kiss the money like it mean something
Kiss the money like it mean something
I got that money, my nigga, my nigga you know I got money
Fuck
[Chorus: Lovele$$]
Kiss the money like it mean something
For motivation [?]
Show the niggas they ain't seen none
For motivation [?]
Plotting on another cash route
Work the only thing I ask about
Re-up then I spaz out
For motivation [?]
Kiss the money like it mean something
For motivation [?]
Show the niggas they ain't seen none
For motivation [?]
Plotting on another cash route
Work the only thing I ask about
Re-up then I spaz out
For motivation [?]
[Verse 1: Lovele$$]
Man them niggas used to sleep on me
Now it's money and the matches
Eastside about to make a movie
Any bitches want to be an actress
Twelve hours in that holding cell
Central proof to the county jail
Baby got that money out that paper bag
Sign the name on the line and pay the bill
Hit me up
Gave me a kiss
Drove me to the crib and made love to me
Told me can a nigga fuck with me?
For some reason, she stuck with me
Believe in me like I believe in me
Money good to my AMG
Stay out the way of the police
30 pots and pans and no grease
Kiss the money like it mean something
Kiss the money like it mean something
Kiss the money like it mean something
I got that money, my nigga, my nigga you know I got money
Fuck
[Chorus: Lovele$$]
Kiss the money like it mean something
For motivation [?]
Show the niggas they ain't seen none
For motivation [?]
Plotting on another cash route
Work the only thing I ask about
Re-up then I spaz out
For motivation [?]
Kiss the money like it mean something
For motivation [?]
Show the niggas they ain't seen none
For motivation [?]
Plotting on another cash route
Work the only thing I ask about
Re-up then I spaz out
For motivation [?]
[Verse 1: Lovele$$]
Man them niggas used to sleep on me
Now it's money and the matches
Eastside about to make a movie
Any bitches want to be an actress
Twelve hours in that holding cell
Central proof to the county jail
Baby got that money out that paper bag
Sign the name on the line and pay the bill
Hit me up
Gave me a kiss
Drove me to the crib and made love to me
Told me can a nigga fuck with me?
For some reason, she stuck with me
Believe in me like I believe in me
Money good to my AMG
Stay out the way of the police
30 pots and pans and no grease
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