Money Young Thug (Ft. Juice WRLD & Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Eric Idle, Young Thug & Tommy Genesis]
Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly
With money, you can make a smash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money
There is nothing like a newly minted pound
(Money, money, money, money)
Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker
It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Money, money, money makes the world go 'round
(Who made the beat? Charlie) (Yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (Yeah)
'Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it—, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (By the tens)
I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (Uh)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & Young Thug]
Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb
My chopper sing, it need autotune
Bad bitch in my hotel room
Take a Perky right before we fuck, then act a fool (Fool)
Sad money, I got blue face diamonds
I'm at the top, and I'ma keep on climbin'
I got a **** on my hip, no silence
My mama told me, "Don't trust nobody"
Damn, mama, you seen it comin' (Woo)
That's why I don't keep this heat for nothin'
Try me, then you're gettin' one (On God)
Plus one (Yeah), and a couple more, uh (Yeah)
Thirty shots when I am all done (Slatt)
Right, right? Did I do the math right? (Money, money, money)
Stomp 'em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath (Yeah, let's go)