[Chorus]
Money the only thing that we worried about
Money the only thing that we worried about
Money the only thing that we worried about
I can count to a hundred, I know how to count
They be hating on me, don't got nothing to do
Money the only thing that we worried about
Money the only thing that we worried about
Money the only thing that we worried about
[Verse]
And we don't really care what you talking about
Everything gotta go up one day, this shit came from the ground
They be mad as fuck and I can't understand
I just got a fast car, I'm driving to Japan, yeah
Put on 'lenciaga, run down with the squad
They been hating on me all day, they need a new job
Blond dreads on me, I'ma stay inside
Bitch wanna make a song in the studio and kill my vibe
I gotta walk down with that stick and they said I ain't gon' make it alive
I told that bitch it's hakuna matata, you know I'm pulling up with K Suave
Nigga ain't wiping no motherfucking nose, he really ain't slime
He said he a shooter, he lying
He said he a trapper, he lying
My bro tryna go to Heaven, got the nine
I know they got mad at me, I get high
I got drug abuse in my bloodline
Watch out, they shooting that stick like they motherfucking blind
Money the only thing that we worried about
Money the only thing that we worried about
Money the only thing that we worried about
I can count to a hundred, I know how to count
They be hating on me, don't got nothing to do
Money the only thing that we worried about
Money the only thing that we worried about
Money the only thing that we worried about
[Verse]
And we don't really care what you talking about
Everything gotta go up one day, this shit came from the ground
They be mad as fuck and I can't understand
I just got a fast car, I'm driving to Japan, yeah
Put on 'lenciaga, run down with the squad
They been hating on me all day, they need a new job
Blond dreads on me, I'ma stay inside
Bitch wanna make a song in the studio and kill my vibe
I gotta walk down with that stick and they said I ain't gon' make it alive
I told that bitch it's hakuna matata, you know I'm pulling up with K Suave
Nigga ain't wiping no motherfucking nose, he really ain't slime
He said he a shooter, he lying
He said he a trapper, he lying
My bro tryna go to Heaven, got the nine
I know they got mad at me, I get high
I got drug abuse in my bloodline
Watch out, they shooting that stick like they motherfucking blind
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