Kueen Kobra & Tae FleXx - MON3Y

Cobra
Living in a world full of snakes, if that's the case, I'ma be the baddest bitch of them all

I get money, I ain't talking bout no broke nigga
Yeah, I get money like my nigga, he got tall figures
Yeah, I get money, I ain't talking bout no broke bum
Yeah, I get money, drop that cash and get the new bum

Hit the ganja like the milli, I got two phones
"IG" going, shit be popping like some popcorn
It's a movie, shit get nasty like your favorite porn
Pussy leaking, call me Irma, I'm the perfect student
Look, I let him buy me panties just so I can take'em off
I hear you talking, but I wonder what that mouth about
I like my way, if I don't get it, I'ma fucking pout
I got that whop, and all these bitches in a fucking drought
Balenciaga fashion over, trynna cash out
Hooded Philly, let me show you how this pussy crazy
Little ass, but it's heavy, come and grab this cakey
I said I'm single, now I hear your love trying to give me babies
I just want that check, then dip,
Salsa Quapo, banana, split,
Dinero bankroll, dollars, yen
I need a sugar daddy with that bread and he gon' spend
I need to pay piggy with the big bankroll
Got to leash him up, put him on a tightrope
Run him for his wallet, run him till he joke broke
Move to the next, demand a trip to Puerto Rico
Had a Cuban daddy when he see me, I rico
Seeking on arrangement, post a status cuz I'm single
Like an honest daddy, so I hit the Christian mingle
Buddy like a snack, he trying to munch on my Pringle

I get money, I ain't talking bout no broke nigga
Yeah, I get money like my nigga, he got tall figures
Yeah, I get money, I ain't talking bout no broke bum
Yeah, I get money, drop the cash and get the new bum

Show me a rack, or at least pack
Niggas say they building up shit
I ain't seen a nigga stack shit
Boy, you see what's on my hip
You know what, I pull out my pocket shit
You wouldn't know if you ain't watch it, yeah
Money falling out my wallet, yeah
Bitches falling, I just tossing them high
Luke Skywalker walking, I slide
Run down, he was walking
Break a bank, homicide
Niggas fraud, he a op
Money not, I got ties
He ain't real, he a prop
Said I'm broke, then he lied

Balenciaga fashion over, trynna cash out
Hooded Philly, let me show you how this pussy crazy
Little ass, but it's heavy, come and grab this cakey
I said I'm single, now I hear your love trying to give me babies
I just want that check, then dip,
Salsa Quapo, banana, split,
Dinero bankroll, dollars, yen
I need a sugar daddy with that bread and he gon' spend

I get money, I ain't talking bout no broke nigga
Yeah, I get money like my nigga, he got tall figures
Yeah, I get money, I ain't talking bout no broke bum
Yeah, I get money, drop that cash and get the new bum

Written by:
Ermonte Uitenahm

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