Still Ain’t Got No Money Mistah F.A.B. (Ft. Cookie Money & Philthy Rich)

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
Uh, you done had all day to get some money
You done had all month to get some money
You done had all year to get some money
Uh, uh, you still ain't got no money?
Man, man, man
You still ain't got no money?
Man, damn, damn
How you still ain't got no money?

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Twenty bottles of rosé, we need 'em in our section
Get them widows out of here, don't need 'em in our section
We the ones in the city they be mentioning
If they ain't talkin' 'bout us, ain't nobody listening
Dope air, paparazzi taking pictures of me
Real niggas ugly, all the bitches love me
We throw money in the air 'cause we just havin' fun
Ain't throw no money over there 'cause they ain't havin' none
Nigga talkin' in my ear but I ain't hearin' it
Tampons on my feet 'cause my shoes on they period
We the richest in the city, that's a point blank period
Brand new whips outside and the cars is what year it is
I go broke before I let a nigga play with me
Come get your ho, you already know that she can't stay with me
Shout out Cookie, shout out Philthy, we the town's best
You niggas still chasin' a bag? you ain't found it yet?