Lil Muney Flow
I can never talk about the shit that I did
(Nah)
Baby, nobody gon' fuck with the kid (Kid)
Money, money, 50K on my wrist
I hadn't made it 'til y'all was rich
(Y'all rich)
Money, money, I got ninety on my neck
She want to tat my name on her neck
These niggas be wanna argue
But I don't really wanna talk
(Nah) if ain't 'bout a check
Tell me what happened, these
Niggas just cappin'
They mad 'cause I making
This money off rapping (Money off rapping)
Money, money, money, make it happen
Hold up a three like I'm AI Iris
I know a nigga made a million off trapping
Locked up wishing it never happened
That's why Lil Muney just focused on the tag
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know how to scrub the field
Tell me 'bout it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sleeping in the same room with everybody
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't no me time, you can't be private
Don't say too much, be quiet, bitch
I thought I told you, "Be quiet"
I don't need no hard hat (Nah) , bitch
I don't need no bald head (Nah)
Bitch, I don't even need all that shit
(Swear to God)
Huh, what the fuck you thought this was?
(What the fuck you thought this was?)
Ridin' double R, bitch, I'm really rich
(yeah)
In the club, pass the bucket to Richey Rich
(yeah) just me, threw me the
Same thing, money, money
That's my last name
Twenty-one, feel like I'm born again
You know I'm a God but I still sin
That be bad, yeah, she a ten
D, they catch us a family friend (Nah)
Double cup full of that medicine (Medicine)
Tell that bitch she gotta bring your friend
(yeah) , them hoes at the door
I'ma let 'em in (yeah)
Hurt so many times, I gotta win (yeah)
Ain't nobody like me in this world
I might never ever find a friend
(Find a friend)
These niggas lame, bitch, I'm a man
I don't complain, take one to the chin
(yeah)
I don't mind taking one for the team
I don't mind taking one for the squad
All I ever knew was South Memphis, on God
(yeah) i do not mind, take one for the guys
Stevie Stevie won a ribbon
In the sky, hustlin', strugglin' to get by
From the city, bitch
You blessed to make it out
Play with me, bitch
I'ma show you somethin' (yeah)
Lil Muney, I be thumbin' through this money
My young niggas slide like
There's no runnin' (yeah)
Bitch, you know it all
But you don't know nothin'
Wipe your nose, you'd your nose running
I only fuck with bad bitches
I'm allergic to junkie hoes
(To junkie hoes)
I only fuck with real choppers
Nigga can get a hundred souls (Souls)
Healthy, eating on a money salad
Fuck with these niggas, move in silence
(yeah) i got that sack and I
Ain't even have to tattle (yeah)
I don't tussle
I don't even like to wrestle (Nah)
I love God, but I don't like the pastor
I love music, but I don't love the rappers
And I don't even need no rap friends
I really think I'll go without 'em
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, I don't need a friend
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, I don't need a friend
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, I don't need a friend
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, I don't need a friend