Lyrics My Money - Slowolf, Wil Cousin, Dream Mclean

My Money

Don’t fuck with my money, my money
Don’t fuck with my money, money money
Don’t fuck with my money, my money
Don’t fuck with my money, money money
Ayo, without that cake I can’t eat
If I can’t eat, I can’t see
For that paper, men’ll chop trees
Till there’s none left and I can’t breathe
It can’t be
Tryna make more than last week
Trying to look after mine and
Tryna make sure yours is in arms' reach
Oh money, oh money
Skipped meals tryna get that cake
(Tryna get that cake, tryna get that)
Might break my back tryna get that break
Oh money
Tryna get the change, tryna make a change
Cause men change, women change
Change is the only thing staying the same, oh money
I work hard for my money
Waste my time, waste my money
I won’t let you take it from me
So do not fuck with my money
We love and loathe just to blow money
Hot and cold like a snow bunny
I don’t care if it’s new or old
Fast or slow, it’s all money
I quit my job to get more money
Got on the road live show money
If you call me up, let the money talk
Don’t hit my phone with no dough for me
If I ain’t making it then I’m taking it
Your savings and your bonus
I want a bank account in the Caymans
Stash pounds, euros and kroners
I ain’t tryna miss no payments
I don’t wanna stress with no loaners
My main chick high maintenance
She ain’t messing with no donuts
I’ve got zero patience for a broke boy
And even less for a broke bitch
If you join the table tryna break bread
You better have a plan to get us both rich
I know kids that throw fits
If they don’t get their ways
And I’mma show y’all what broke is
If I don’t get my pay
Alright, get to the money yeah, get to the dough
Play with the money, Mad Max, no joke
Cash rule the world and you already know
Started with a dollar, tryna make more
Grind hard for my fam, dawg
In the booth, I’m the man, dawg
SLOWOLF with the hand, dawg
Shot the cash, got your hands off
Never slacking
All I know is heavy stacking
Rob a bank, that’s Lenny Kravitz
I’m just tryna get the cabbage
Chasing after paper
Cause that be the main attraction
If I want it, I’mma grab it
Think I’ll turn into an addict, yeah
Working hard, so involved
Play my part, get the loot
We the shit, killing y’all
This is art, we the truth
Coming through like Dillinger
Broke dudes better watch the news
Stepping over you lolly-gaggers
For the prezzies, boy, you better watch my shoes
You should R-E-S-P-E-C-T my M-O-N-E-Y
I ain’t laughing till the B-A-N-K on that daily grind
Cause I hate you S-T-L-E, I will hate you till you die
If you stand between that
There’s no P-E-O-P-L-E and that’s my P-O-V
I keep mine on the DL, can’t S-T-E-A-L from me
Hell would freeze, oh money
B-I-G been telling me
That the D-E-V-I-L is the L-I-E you see