Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money , by - Guapdad 4000. Release date: 01.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money |
| Yeah, turn it up in the headphones |
| I need to hear that shit wap |
| There it is |
| Yeah |
| I said fuego |
| Coming with the flame like a Draco |
| Make a broke nigga ketchup no tomatoes |
| Le' go |
| Build an infrastructure for my payroll |
| No squares in my circles, save that for the Eggo’s |
| Hey hoe |
| Take a trip down to San Diego |
| You bust tricks |
| I flip cards for the peso |
| Fabo |
| Nigga geeked up in this bitch |
| I’m a pretty ass nigga with a prettier dick |
| Bitch hello, freeband’s, all from Neiman’s |
| Leave the register, I’m doing the «I just got the receipt dance» |
| You a kiddie pool and nigga’s been off the deep end |
| And I’m unemployed everyday is the weekend |
| I’m a bay mobster |
| Trend setter |
| Wave monster |
| Ruth Chris scamming and I ordered 8 lobsters |
| Brought a bitch with me and she called it a feast, bitch |
| I just really wanted something to eat |
| Now she wanna give bomb nigga head like turbans |
| Suck me up like Kirby |
| Bust a nut start swerving |
| Going ape shit nigga like a Saiyan with a tail |
| She said that’s a nice coach |
| I said bitch this Chanel |
| Issa check |
| I ain’t on a discount rack |
| Your designer ugly, you should get your money back |
| Young Scammer in the building, bout to start a religion |
| If I tripped on my money, I would fall on my bitches |
| Off Top |
| If you a broke nigga you an opp |
| If you a broke bitch you’s a thot |
| If my ex bitch you’s a bop |
| You over curious then you a cop |
| You driving hella slow, you getting popped |
| You like my bitch then we can swap |
| Cause my bitch gon' wanna come home and yours not |
| I share lots with nigga’s who share stocks |
| Turn heads like Beyblade’s, nigga’s spin top |
| Aqua fist wrist watch |
| I’m scamming your friends pops |
| The paint don’t drip drop, Its matte like dreadlocks |
| I’m dodging the wedlock and duckin' the feds, watch |
| I’d rhyme with Bed Rock but that’s cliche |
| Nigga I’m in Morton’s everyday with a filet |
| Racing to the paper like a relay |
| Then stay, out in Chile |
| We lay over Gucci |
| All my paper loosely |
| Trying to get money from a Hello or a Lucy |
| A Tribe Called Scam, I just never knew Phife |
| But my wrist look just like Bonita on ice |
| And I need to get Head &Shoulders |
| These fuckin' Po-lice |
| Bruh, it was days I was eating just rice |
| I might say less, but I always do the most |
| About my green bread like avocado toast |
| Can’t forget the blue like my name was Steve |
| I draw pictures with the clues that you wouldn’t believe |
| I’m a breath of fresh air, these hoes still can’t breathe |
| Pretty nigga so sharp, how I still ain’t bleed? |
| I’d done dodged the bitch out and she still ain’t leave |
| Guapdad, Scam Boy, but I need the cheese, yeah |