have my money - the diplomats lyrics
i’m all about this moolah, i’m all about this bread
and if i get caught slippin’, i can end up in the feds
b-tch better have my money (my money), n-gga better have my money (my money)
b-tch better have my money (my money), n-gga better have my money (my money)
my man, baby mom, in the morning, tell ’em “gm”
kiss ’em on the forehead and take the keys to his bm
ain’t even gon’ tell you, got the code to his dm
i hit her on the ‘gram like hashtag free ’em
i’m biased, but all i got for these hoes is papaya
i done drove ever car, no liar
i ain’t talking music when i say i did sh-t with mariah
nick wasn’t there, nor was mottola
sittin’ on the crates, gun in the stroller
i was selling c0ke, no joke, no cola
just made a quarter ‘mil off ebola, what’s up?
i’m all about this moolah, i’m all about this bread
and if i get caught slippin’, i can end up in the feds
b-tch better have my money (my money), n-gga better have my money (my money)
b-tch better have my money (my money), n-gga better have my money (my money)
i got b-tches that could chef up a kilo
dominican, he had the best perico
and we just trying not to catch the rico
remember what mitch had heard from rico?
well, n-ggas die every day, b
i’m getting money, getting fly, every day b
i pulled up onside the real az
and i was young when they tried to k!ll az
we kept it mob style like wip wop
audemars styling on the wristw-tch
still do harlem in my flip-flops
summertime, hoppin’ out the ‘rari with the missing top
i’m all about this moolah, i’m all about this bread
and if i get caught slippin’, i can end up in the feds
b-tch better have my money (my money), n-gga better have my money (n-gga my money)
b-tch better have my money (my money), n-gga better have my money
living life big, this that mo’ money sh-t
so no matter what i get, i’m screaming mo’ money, b-tch!
mo’ money coming in, mo’ money spent
smelling like money, that’s that mo’ money scent
amg kit, this that mo’ money band
knock-knock open the door, i’m letting mo’ money in
she like, “what’s this mo’ money’ sh-t?”
i’m like them n-ggas that you with, i’m getting mo’ money than
pockets full of chuck-e-cheese
i’m under the money tree and i’m just catching all the leaves
she just want to feel the breeze
i just want her on her knees, cold n-gga, antifreeze
i’m all about this moolah, i’m all about this bread
and if i get caught slippin’, i can end up in the feds
b-tch better have my money (my money), n-gga better have my money (my money)
b-tch better have my money (my money), n-gga better have my money (my money)
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