Money Lil Silk (Ft. DC Young Fly & Fetty Wap)

[Hook: Lil Slik]
All the bad bitches on me
All the bad bitches want me
My finger tips turning green
All I ever did was count money
Don't need a nigga to count it for me
I'm addin' up like algebra
Don't need a nigga to run up on me
Linebacker bullets you get tackled up
Money on my mind
Money keep me on my grind
I'm with a bad bitch, yeah
Money gone make sure we shine
Money on my mind
Money keep me on my grind
I'm with a bad bitch, yeah
Money gone make sure we shine

[Verse 1: DC Young Fly]
These niggas ain't gangsta, keep the banger
These niggas ain't put in no work
So bring that ass here, boy
Cop a chopper that will leave you on shirts, huh
Niggas act more groupie than they bitch do
I said, "You smokin'?", said, "Nah, but my bitch do"
I said, "Cool, Imma hit you 'round see, fool"
Bitch gave me the ass so Imma show her what the dick do
Call my nigga Fetty Wap, said you got that
With the Trap Queen, yeah, I know where the block at
Took a trip to Georgio cause I need to cop that
Put the tax on the jugg, sweet? gotta pop that
Atlanta West Side, home of the brave
Crack fiend, nigga, home of the J's
If you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar then I gotta holler
Cause I swear my nigga Yay, you want a whole another page