ฟังเพลงMoney 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

Money on money these millions ya dig?

I'm spending 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

Drop-top Rolls Royce I'on know the kind

I'on know the name of it

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

But I'on know the name of her

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

And it ****** his fame up

We want the same mud not the green my nigga the same mud

Mama you a thot I'on want shots

Brother you a rat

My brother

Twin you a pack

Running through Saks Louis V slacks

Hermès trench swimming pool heated

She ain't tryna eat it

She ain't tryna what?

Shawty you can beat it

Drinkin' 2-liter ride a 2-seater ridin' with a eater

Uh-huh beef

Calling me papi I'm calling her mami and señorita

Uh-huh yeah all of it

I ain't being cocky but I been putting on ever since beepers

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

I might keep her good

Blowing money fast like a ******* cheetah

Damn he does good

I been in the trenches filled with hyenas

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

Money on money these millions ya dig?

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

Puttin' this **** up for 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

On God

Drop-top Rolls Royce I'on know the kind

I'on know the name of it

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

But I'on know the name of her

What's her name?

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

And it ****** his fame up

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 belongs to the streets

Spoiled lil' ***** wearin' a Patek rose gold snake she a baddie

Transpo foreign go slatty doggin' out a ho like Shaggy

Could've went Spec went Caddy pull up with the cutter we ready

****** a opp ***** I'm petty iced out bolognese spaghetti

First off gotta go baguetti talk less do more spinning

Walk down ****'ll get drenchy turnt the whole city up litty

Bad ***** could've went viddy Savage 21 killers

Brabus riding witcha sister dog-a*s ho you a thotty

Bruh turn cop new body twin you a rat you smoked

Shoot 'em in the head you da GOAT could've went fed went broke

Trap nigga living out the ocean the Phantom the Rolls I don't know

The eaters go wherever I go

Money on money these millions ya dig?

I'm spending 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

Drop-top Rolls Royce I'on know the kind

I'on know the name of it

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

But I'on know the name of her

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

And it ****** his fame up

We want the same mud not the green my nigga the same mud