Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money up (feat. 2 Chainz, Hofa Bang & Chris Knite), artist - Emerson Windy. Album song Herojuana, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pearl Harbor Entertainment
Song language: English
Money up (feat. 2 Chainz, Hofa Bang & Chris Knite) |
I got these diamonds all in my chains |
Haters wanna know where I got my money from |
My money from |
My money from |
My money from |
Ain’t never been a lame (aye) |
Life still the same, just got my money up |
My money up |
My money up (now we bout to spend) |
Bout to hit the club until we smash out |
Buying up the bar until we pass out (money up) |
I’m know I’m star until I cash out |
I got my money up |
My money up |
My money up |
My money up |
(Oside) |
I got these diamonds all in my grill ho |
I keep Benjamins in my billfold |
My family’s what I kill for |
They call me Emerson Windy bitch you know |
Hip hop is what I do it for |
Put a milli up on that YouTube |
I’m on the airwaves I get airplay |
They call airplanes, I’m famous (Awww Yeah) |
Whoop |
Don’t blame me, that’s the way the O raised me |
I’m a baller baby, I do what I like so that’s why you’ll never change me |
See I can grab my nuts while you boo-hoo and that’s something you can’t do |
You mad at me? |
You should be mad at god cuz that’s the way the dude made you |
One ring, two ring, pinky ring three |
I’m from the west coast where them niggas ride on them gold Ds on 3s |
I got these diamonds all in my chain |
I got loud, I got dope for sale |
They call me Windy Boy, that Weedman |
I hand to hand my dope, Awww Yeah |
Windy |
Now why they hating on me |
Wave hi on my hiatus |
Bag ya bitch just like a bag of chips |
Give her greasy lips |
Then I frito lay it |
Stack chips, I chase cheese |
Like Chester Cheetah with cheesy fingers |
Now hold up |
Wait one second |
You need to ketchup (catch up) |
Scary nigga you a chicken finger |
Now put yo tail between your legs and hide your head like and ostrich (oh yeah) |
I’m on one like a toilet bowl that I’m shittin on sitting on the potty |
Your money’s so underage that it needs a baby sitter |
And if your jealousy had a flavor |
It would probably have the twangy taste of mixed salt and vinegar |
Now ask Carmen San Diego where the fuq is your money (oh yeah) |
On the same place where unicorns live |
And that rare as hell in Never Land |
On a magic school bus with Peter Pan |
Money old like Puff the Dragon |
Make a wish |
Close your eyes |
And blow my dick like a birthday candle |