Money - Roddy Ricch

Yeah…

Bitch you know I keep them Ks with me

And I ain’t pussy boy don’t play with me

She give me head like wavy grease

While I pull up in a Jeep like a ATV

Feelin' like Kevin Gates, I got six

Bitch I whip it till my motherfuckin' wrist tired

I only have a deuce it make me lean back

Young nigga flexin' hunnids they ain’t seen that

Young niggas talkin' money I ain’t seen that

Livin' lavish while these other niggas dream that

You talkin' bitch but I don’t need your feedback

Bitch, I ain’t tryna marry, get my ring back

Bitch get back I don’t play shit

Big rack stash in the basement

I’m tryna do the dash, get out the way bitch

Nigga talk shit, get a face lift

I gotta put a Magnum on when I hit it

She hit me on the track phone, bitch quit it

I text her back like I ain’t seen that pussy in a minute

So please don’t call my phone if it ain’t about them digits

(Baby don’t call my phone, bitch, I don’t wanna talk to you)

Why?

'Cause

I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga

I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga

I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga

I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga

Don’t make me throw these hunnids in your face nigga

Have him singing to his lady like he Drake nigga

'Cause I always keep the forty on my waist nigga

And the Roley got the bullets in the face nigga

I was off now I’m on nigga

I was off and now I’m on motherfucker

Yeah, so don’t mistake me for the wrong nigga

Put a Percy in the Sprite, they make me lean, yeah

My niggas always keep the 30 with the bean, yeah

We rich bitch so she goin' for the team, yeah

'Cause these bitches showed the pinky for the green yeah

Young niggas ain’t even touch the racks out here doing these bitches

Young niggas and he touch the racks out here doing these bitches

Young niggas and he touch the racks out here doing these bitches

You better watch what you say nigga

I go from Compton to the D to the A nigga

I gotta put a Magnum on when I hit it

She hit me on the track phone, bitch quit it

I text her back like I ain’t seen that pussy in a minute

So please don’t call my phone if it ain’t about them digits

(Baby don’t call my phone, bitch, I don’t wanna talk to you)

Why?

'Cause

I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga

I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga

I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga

I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga

I gotta put a Magnum on when I hit it

She hit me on the track phone, bitch quit it

I text her back like I ain’t seen that pussy in a minute

So please don’t call my phone if it ain’t about them digits

(Baby don’t call my phone, bitch, I don’t wanna talk to you)

Why?

'Cause

I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga