Howe - Type Money (feat. Young Author)

Cash money
Last money
I got fast money
Hit the strip club yeah I got that ass money
Laughing to the bank god damn that shit funny
I got bad honeys waitin' like I'm bad bunny
Cash money
Last money
I got fast money
Hit the strip club yeah I got that ass money
Laughing to the bank god damn that shit funny
I got bad honeys waitin' like I'm bad bunny
Man what you got
You ain't got nothing
I be stunnin' on the fools
But you ain't really want it
You ain't really pushing
You ain't really working
If it wasn't for your crew you ain't got a purpose
Inspired from the third Carter
Like my cheese sharper
Your ass on the bench yeah I'm ballin I'm a starter
Now pick it up and turn it down you is not my friend
I got ones stacking up but I keep a ten
Lemme say that again
Bitch lemme say that again
I'm in the zoo goin ape don't let my keepers in
Always keep a pen
She was Keisha's friend
I don't fuck with you so leave and then
Stack a Benjamin
Back in school my back pack
We ain't lack that
Smile get the last laugh
Now sip Cognac
We relax on big dream
What this shit seem
Pulling up with smoke then we pulling up with big steam
Cash money
Last money
I got fast money
Hit the strip club yeah I got that ass money
Laughing to the bank god damn that shit funny
I got bad honeys waitin' like I'm bad bunny
Cash money
Last money
I got fast money
Hit the strip club yeah I got that ass money
Laughing to the bank god damn that shit funny
I got bad honeys waitin' like I'm bad bunny
Yeah chi chi chi
Like sheesh
I come from DC yea
I fucked up the beamers at ravens arena
I came up from savage
where niggas really wanna be me
I couldn't believe it
Laurel cretins give me credence
Fuck it I'm street, I was packing a burner
All of these bitches, didn't even wanna hurt them
Who are you
I couldn't even hurt her
The pussy was soup
I was wearing a suit
And shooters shoot
And hoopers hoop
Look at me like Olowu
Kodak black just packed a gat in his backpack
Who are you
Cash money
Last money
I got fast money
Hit the strip club yeah I got that ass money
Laughing to the bank god damn that shit funny
I got bad honeys waitin' like I'm bad bunny
Cash money
Last money
I got fast money
Hit the strip club yeh I got that ass money
Laughing to the bank god damn that shit funny
I got bad honeys waitin' like I'm bad bunny
They tell me don't do it
No don't even spray it
She thrown that ass
So I'm gonna buffet it
She talking that talk
I like how she mean it
She said that it's good
That shit undefeated
If you talk that shit then prove that shit
We ain't new to this
All my bills are lucrative
How you poppin' off
You ain't fly the jet
If you ain't bout the money you ain't bout it yet

Written by:
Jonathan Howe

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