​​Money Twërk 3 Yeat (Ft. SeptembersRich)

[Intro: Yeat]
(Mingo, haha)
(Oh shit, is that filip?)
Err

[Chorus: Yeat]
All our money go up (Err, err)
Bitch, this a Lamb' truck (Err, err)
Y’all goin' out sad as fuck (Err, yeah)
Just for a couple of bucks (Woah)
They can't even do it like us
I got the Cayenne sittin’ outside (Woah)
Whole lotta racks on us on this side (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on a Perc', can't open my eye (Ooh, ooh)
I seen a lot of y'all end up fried (Yeah, yeah)
I hit Chanel with like five (Five, five)
I left Chanel with like nun' (Maybach, maybach)
I be so high I could die (Woo)
I'm with the guys in the sky
Why can't you just tell the truth? (Why? Why?)
Why is you always lyin’? (Lyin’, lyin')
Yeah, bitch, I don’t need no proof (Why? Why?)
It sound like a waste of timе (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, pull up in a Rolls Roycе truck (Ooh), yeah, swerve (Ooh)
Yeah, none of us give no fucks (Ooh), you on my nerve (Ooh)