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Artiste : Young Thug
Titre : Money
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)

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)

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)
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 (Ayo)

Lettin´ him get up in it when he came home
After a long bid, you know that sex game strong
Headed to the grip, baby, hang on
Ding-dong got that Alexander Wang on
Wait, free Thug
She heard that, "Hehe," and my, "Hehe" did the facepalm

Pretty no makeup, I ain´t have to put my face on
Stay in your lane, don´t get gassed at that station (Oop, yeah)
Give him the chills, I got him head over heels (Oop)
Suckin´ my toes while he massagin´ my heels (Oop)
He want to lick the wrapper, no Chance
They tryna ride my wave, but they end up on the sand (Oop)
I got wild hitters and hustlers all on my payroll (Payroll)
Type of niggas hit the block, move the crack and that yayo (Yayo)
I got wild chicas who do whatever I say so (Say so)
´Bout that dinero, so, if you want me you gotta peso
Just put a couple grand in some rubber bands

Bitches want my look, couldn´t get a glance
They wonder what I gross like, my name was Lance
It´s Barbie, bitch, just dropped like twenty mil´ on Barbie Land
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 (Cobains)

Money on your dawg, they go (Grrt)
On the sidewalk like he gettin´ a tan (Grrah)
I grow micro-soft drinkin´ oxygen (Grrah-grrah)
Bitch, I been a boss since a Goddamn kid (Woo)
Hop out on the block with it (With it)
Make him do the cha-cha-cha (Woo, skrrt)
I rode the Dropbox with your bae and I got my rocks off (Woo, got my rocks off)
She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci (Woo)
I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didn´t eat her coochie
(On God)
I´m livin´ life as a pimp (Yeah)
I´ll put a bitch on your shrimp (Yeah)

I´m high in the sky like a blimp (High)
Ooh, I´ll cop a Rolls-Royce first attempt (Skrrt)
What´s the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just showin´ you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Let´s go)
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money makes the
Money, money, money makes the
Money, money, money makes the world go ´round
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money