Money Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Brodinski

[Intro]
Money set, nigga
Get money around here, nigga
Okay, yeah (nah, for real)

[Chorus]
I like money, I want money
I get money (money, money, money)
Money (money), money (money)
Money (money), money (money, money, money)
I need money, I get money
Everyday, I want money (money, money, money)
When I wake up, I get money (wake up)
Money, money, nigga
Sunday to Sunday
I get money, money, nigga
Rainin' or sunny
I get money, that money
I want money, that money (money)
That money (money), that money (money)
That money (ooh), that money (Pablo Juan, nigga)
That money (money), that money
That money

[Verse 1]
Everything I do about the money
I'm rockin' Givenchy, cost $1600
I sell you a 16, I do not serve onions
I got a big bond like atomic
I'm fuckin' that bitch, put the dick in her stomach
Fresh like Fashion Week in London
One of one, Saint Laurent custom
Mixin' that raw Hi Tech up with that 'Tussin
Poppin' them xannies, hoe, we do not crush them
Reach for my money, my nigga, I'm bussin'
I'm about money, that's end of discussion
Nigga ain't talkin' 'bout money, then fuck him
Got the long AK-47, Russian
Bleed for my set, my nigga, we rushin'
Still servin' a nigga sack to the junkies
Broke nigga, you disgust me
I don't just tote, I'ma bust it
So many hundreds, need some luggage
I got the money, these bitches love it
I don't measure, just pour 'til it's muddy
Wake up, go get to the money
Trappin' while you at church on a Sunday
Everybody that really know me
Know I only really love hundreds
All these bitches wanna get to know me
'Cause a young nigga gettin' money
I can't even lie
My first love was the money
Money, money, money
I like bitches, but I really love money
I love the smell and I love how it feel when I'm thumbin'