Lu Benassi - Money (feat. Cory the Menace)

Man gimme that shit
Gimme all that shit
Yo
All the 100's
All the 20's
Fuck it ill take the 50's too

Never

Get money, get money
Get-get-get money
Get money get money
Get money, get money
Get-get-get money
Get

I've been drinking heavy
What you saying is just a blur
I know you talking shit
Cause I don't understand a word
Oh you dating my ex
Well I'm still fucking her
How you dating my ex if
I'm still fucking her?

See I'm
Big Chillin
And well driven
And focused on my green vision
And fuck feelings
And paint me as a damn villain
Cause I be killin
The Jury let me go cause I'm too cute to be in prison
Bitch

Try me at the gym and I'll shoot you
Blaow
The Money thing the only thing I'm stressing
Now
No time for my haters
No time for my hoes
Let the money come in
Cause the people come and go

Like that
Yea like that
And never trust a homie who be switching for some cat
And never trust nobody who'll do it for the cash
Just know it's on sight if you messing with my bag
Like
Blaow blaow blam
Babygirl I'm the man
I see you stressing girl girl
Where the xans
I don't pop pills
I just pop bands
They always hate the player when they sitting in the stands

We just a bunch of scammers
And when that money coming in
These hoes goin get attached to you
The Glock hold 15
But that 30 come attachable
My strap is always fashionable
Flip so many packs
It should be fucking taxable
Im talking that real life
That actual
You living that fake life
That Cappafull
Bitches all on me
That's typical
Dreams of gold
That's critical
Rapping so long
It's biblical
(Fuck)
That hoe don't got titties
That's fixable
You need that money homie?
That's printable
My life is so crazy
Man I swear I be so miserable
Fuck
Got 2 hoes asking for the nut
Got 3 hoes and they tryna fuck
Got 4 hoes in a hummer truck
.280 on the dash
Im from the mud
Double up
Always got that double cup
Bodies drop
Shooting shit like RoboCop
With the mop
Judge told me I gotta stop flipping shit
Every drug
Just come and shop
Gimme slop
Like a lollipop
Imma snob
Probably in the fucking mob
Hit you with the chop-chop
In my shop
Nonestop
Bullets hit yo ass like a fucking cough drop
Drop bitch

Babe-Babygirl tell me what you need?
Only thing bring her to her knees
Never drown swimming in the green
Fuck a life a jacket there's no saving me
Pay pay double Ds
Pay to play in my league
Lebron game 3
I'm a baller can't you see
Player 2 in the scene
Ray Allen with the beam
In the mud looking clean
Fuck that
In the mud looking mean
I'm with the drugs what you need
I'm a baby boy and it's time to fucking eat
I'm cookin up good all I need is the beat
Mix it up with the weed
Got you fucking with me

Cory the menace
Damn I missed it again
Money!

Written by:
Cory del Prado, Lucas Benassi Vales Garbo

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