[Scratches]
Money ain't a thing if I got it
Mo—mo—mo—mo—mo
Money ain't a thing if I got it
Money—Money
[Chorus]
Before the money there was love
But before the money it was tough
Then came the money through a plug
It's a shame this ain't enough, yo
[Verse 1]
Sittin' back plottin', jottin' information on my nation
Really started from the bottom, boy cotton
But they still plantin' plantations, we keep buyin' in
Closed-minded men, pride is higher than the prices on your Pradas and
Balenciagas Balance my saga with the Henny agua
Me and my niggas tryna eat, you pussies empanada
The flow like plenty lava, with just a penny I could
Multiply my worth and make you work for me for twenty hours
I swear these niggas love to copy, thanks for listening
The kid ain't been the same since Biggie smacked me at my christenin'
Watch what you dishin' and please play it safe
'Cause your position on the top is switchin' right in front your face
Rock you outta space with rhymes, I'm bustin' out
Keep duckin' down, got some missiles now, headed for your house
So put the pistols down, got that red dot on your nose
Who booked the clown? I lock jaws like a blue nose, foes
Keep your mouth closed or you can see the solar
I got connections that guaranteed to see closed doors
You hear that underground sonar
The way I flows then switch them, the Pros been on a mission, listen
Enter the chamber, get hyperbolic
They raisin' MACs, I raise stakes to keep them brolic
My visions is macrocosmic, pass the chronic
The mastered sonics is light years above your conscious
You're novice, but I got notes that strike nerves
I promise your minds ain't sharp like my swords
So cut the BS, and don't worry where my jeans is
And PS, "Your bitch a genius, learned from my penis, I got"
Dreams sellin' arenas and breaking brackets
Tenants racket, while I'm crackin' a Serena
God damn, God bless the heaven that sent you
But now I'm breezing out, baby, cause my rent's due
Money ain't a thing if I got it
Mo—mo—mo—mo—mo
Money ain't a thing if I got it
Money—Money
[Chorus]
Before the money there was love
But before the money it was tough
Then came the money through a plug
It's a shame this ain't enough, yo
[Verse 1]
Sittin' back plottin', jottin' information on my nation
Really started from the bottom, boy cotton
But they still plantin' plantations, we keep buyin' in
Closed-minded men, pride is higher than the prices on your Pradas and
Balenciagas Balance my saga with the Henny agua
Me and my niggas tryna eat, you pussies empanada
The flow like plenty lava, with just a penny I could
Multiply my worth and make you work for me for twenty hours
I swear these niggas love to copy, thanks for listening
The kid ain't been the same since Biggie smacked me at my christenin'
Watch what you dishin' and please play it safe
'Cause your position on the top is switchin' right in front your face
Rock you outta space with rhymes, I'm bustin' out
Keep duckin' down, got some missiles now, headed for your house
So put the pistols down, got that red dot on your nose
Who booked the clown? I lock jaws like a blue nose, foes
Keep your mouth closed or you can see the solar
I got connections that guaranteed to see closed doors
You hear that underground sonar
The way I flows then switch them, the Pros been on a mission, listen
Enter the chamber, get hyperbolic
They raisin' MACs, I raise stakes to keep them brolic
My visions is macrocosmic, pass the chronic
The mastered sonics is light years above your conscious
You're novice, but I got notes that strike nerves
I promise your minds ain't sharp like my swords
So cut the BS, and don't worry where my jeans is
And PS, "Your bitch a genius, learned from my penis, I got"
Dreams sellin' arenas and breaking brackets
Tenants racket, while I'm crackin' a Serena
God damn, God bless the heaven that sent you
But now I'm breezing out, baby, cause my rent's due
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