Lyrics Money - Kyle Dion

Money

She never ask questions
She like to take naps
Want me to run up a check
Then I go blow out her back
She give me ostrich neck
Tongue in her ass crack
I’m making bucks now
Off of my ASCAP
Nowhere to go, covid
Wasting all these fits
I call it polenta
But you call it grits
Sick of the album cuts
I want the big hits
Yeah, I’m a skinny nigga
But I like a big bitch
I don’t need you, I need money
Fuck yo feelings, I need money
I want mulala, can’t you see?
I don’t need you, I need money
I don’t take me too serious
My vernacular reckless
Period
Three cups of coffee
Shit I forgot to eat
Bringing home Popeyes
Only eat the biscuits
Wearing my girls jeans
Eyes all on my dick print
I’m in a zoom chat
Falsetto got me rich (Got me rich)
I don’t you, I need money (I don’t you, I need money)
Fuck your feelings, I need money
I want mulala, can’t you see?
I don’t you, I need money
I don’t you, I need money (I don’t you, I need money)
Fuck your feelings, I need money
I want mulala, can’t you see?
I don’t you, I need money
I don’t take me too serious
My vernacular reckless
Period
Don’t call me
Don’t call me unless it’s about the money
I don’t want to talk to anybody
I don’t really fuck with
Don’t call me
Don’t call me unless it’s about the money
I don’t want to talk to anybody
I don’t really fuck with anybody
It’s like
I can get whatever I want, I can go wherever I want
I can vibe, you know, 'cause you could buy, you don’t know like what you
I can buy whatever the hell I want, I can do whatever I want
When I have money
That’s kinda sad