Money On Money (feat. Future) (Explicit)

Money On Money (feat. Future) (Explicit) - Young Thug/Future

Lyrics by：Jeffery Williams/Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn/Joshua Howard Luellen/Wesley Tyler Glass/Jason Rosenberg/Dylan Cleary-Krell/Jaden Dixon Christodoulou

Produced by：Southside/Wheezy/Beatzbyrrose/Dez Wright/9Jay

Wheezy outta here

808 Mafia

The Wagster turn me up some

Yeah okay

Money on money these millions you dig?

I'm spendin' this **** on my ***** and my kids

I'm sittin' in the Bent' not the Benz

This ************ pink slip nigga no rent

I don't want you goin' to do nothin'

If I gotta be the one tell you to spin

These **** niggas tellin' for nothin'

And I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend

Uh drop-top Rolls-Royce I don't know the kind

I don't know the name of it

****** this lil' ***** last night and this morning

But I don't know the name of her

She told that p***y she don't know nothin' about him

And it ****** his fame up

We want the same mud not the green

My nigga the same mud

Mama you a thot

Uh

I don't want shots

Uh

Brother you a rat

My brother

Twin you a pack

Twin

Runnin' through Saks

Hey

Louis V slacks

Louis

Hermès trench

Hermès

Swimmin' pool heated

Ooh

Yeah she ain't tryna eat it

She ain't tryna what?

Shawty you can beat it

Beast

Drinkin' two-liter ride a two-seater

Uh uh

Ridin' with a eater

Beast

Callin' me papi I'm callin' her mami and señorita

Uh yeah all of it

I ain't bein' cocky but I've been puttin' on ever since beepers

No kizzy

**** me good the first day a nigga might keep her

**** a nigga good

Blowin' money fast like a ******* cheetah

Mm that's good

I been in the trenches filled with hyenas

Ah yeah yeah

Bugatti Spyder whippin' that ***** from the side

Money on money these millions you dig?

I'm spendin this **** on my ***** and my kids

Puttin' **** up for my kids

I'm sittin' in the Bent' not the Benz

This ************ pink slip nigga no rent

No rent ya dig?

I don't want you goin' to do nothin'

If I gotta be the one tell you to spin

Hah

These **** niggas tellin' for nothin'

And I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend

On God

Uh drop-top Rolls-Royce I don't know the kind

I don't know the name of it

I don't know the name of it

****** this lil' ***** last night and this morning

But I don't know the name of her

What's her name?

She told that p***y she don't know nothin' about him

And it ****** his fame up

Haha

We want the same mud not the green

My nigga the same mud

You identify my ******* with APs

She ain't got a AP she is not mine

You cold he cold

She belong to the streets

Ski

Uh-huh spoiled lil' ***** went Patek

Huh

Rose gold snake she a baddie

Uh-huh

Transport foreign go slatty

Uh-huh

Doggin' out a ho like Shaggy

Beep

Could've went Spec' went with Caddy

Ah

Pull up with the cutter we ready

Yeah

****** a opp ***** I'm petty

Ah

Iced out bolognese spaghetti

Yeah

First off gotta go baguettie

Slime

Talk less do more spinnin'

Yeah

Walk down ****'ll get drenchy

Ooh

Turnt the whole city up litty

Skrrt

Bad ***** could've went viddy

Wow

Savage 21 killers

Brr

Brabus ridin' with your sister huh

Dog-a*s ho you a thotty ayy

Bruh turn cop new body uh

Twin you a rat you smoked uh

Shoot 'em in the head you the GOAT uh

Could've went fed went broke uh

Trap nigga livin' out the ocean yeah

The Phantom the Rolls I don't know

The eaters go everywhere I go

Uh-ah

Money on money these millions you dig?

I'm spendin' this **** on my ***** and my kids

I'm sittin' in the Bent' not the Benz

This ************ pink slip nigga no rent

I don't want you goin' to do nothin'

If I gotta be the one tell you to spin

These **** niggas tellin' for nothin'

And I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend

Uh drop-top Rolls-Royce I don't know the kind

I don't know the name of it

****** this lil' ***** last night and this morning

But I don't know the name of her

She told that p***y she don't know nothin' about him

And it ****** his fame up

We want the same mud not the green

My nigga the same mud