I Want The Money - Ca$h Out

Tailor made suits, I’m smoking fruit

Two seats in my car, that’s a coupe

No question mark, your girl know that I’m the truth

She asked me what I want, and this is what I tell her

Bitch I want the money

Bitch I want the money

Bitch I want the money

Just bring it in sacks

Bitch I want the money

on the beat, boy you know I’m killing shit

I know you feeling me, but shit I’m feeling on your bitch

3 5 in my blunt, that’s a fat spliff

And you know we making movies, shout out to Spiff

Yeah, diamond looking like water

Living for today, can’t think about tomorrow

Her flight, fly back to you tomorrow

You know I’m killing verses, here’s some bars you can borrow

Ooh, got these niggas two stepping, they got the blues

Take your bitch to meet Jimmy, Jimmy Choo

Sitting at the table, yeah, mafia

All I’m seeing is, bitches checking out my posterior

Oops I mean my posture, eating on me some pasta

Ooh I love some lobster, hit hard, move silent

They like a mobster, thank God that he put me on this roster

I want the money, what can you offer

I got the money, bring the money machine

She see them hundreds, they poking out the jeans

She see my diamonds, they right on me

Boy I’m super hot, you see the flame on me

Yeah, bad bitch she from Cuba

You made the news, you famous

Shout out to my shooter

Grab the gun, work like a Migo

Shout out to Young Scooter

Ass and titties in my studio, got it, I did from Hooters

Living lavish, I want a palace

Versace rugs as well, call me Aladdin

Your man a hater but he look up to me

Girl I’m a God

Your girl in action when she ran up to me

Oh my God

But that shit right there cost me a pretty penny

All these racks in my pockets, that’s why my pants are skinny

Yeah this in sight, I might just do some grinning

The bills got to get paid, so it’s back to business