Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beautiful Money , by - Moola GangRelease date: 07.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beautiful Money |
| These dead presidents old just like my grandpie |
| But feel like a bitch with a fat ass |
| All the lights and cameras flashin', I gotta flash it |
| This money is beautiful, this money is beautiful |
| Uh |
| Swear I seen it all, I mean thousands, you made millions |
| , meanwhile I’m on a |
| Fingers turn to colors from the euros that I’m countin' (Rainbow) |
| You in the hood poutin', I’m sippin' on sour grapes |
| Lookin' at my champagne glass with a Bill Cowher face (Woo) |
| Mazel tov, no, really, she said, «Mazel tov» (For real) |
| My life’s monologue, words like Kellogg’s (Kellogg's) |
| 'Cause now my son is raised in brands |
| You wouldn’t understand how I came from a jam |
| To sippin' on tea, eatin' over jam |
| From my aunti’s basement, smellin' lik a thousand grands |
| Trap goin' ham, hot, dreams of a teardrop |
| Moola Gang, we that gettin' money clan (Clan) |
| Paint green on life’s canvass |
| My campus the incredible two state for a federal |
| , it’s all real, baby |
| Get outta this, mane, Moola Gang |
| My shoes cost a pretty penny |
| Loafin' in them Jordan 11's, I don’t do the pennies |
| It don’t matter if they black or white like Michael |
| Sneakerheads ship them FedEx to they arrival |
| A brother I don’t give no one credit |
| They should apply more |
| I shoulda only gave my ex sex like a side-whore |
| Focused on the present, the past took a lot of me |
| But that’s what adds excitement to my biography |
| This money, sexy life pinky |
| Make your bitch do downstairs like a slinky |
| You couldn’t see my clique if I linked ya |
| Links in my chain platinum like a Visa |
| These are V, can’t play defense in the V |
| I’d rather be low-key with the keys to the city |
| Gettin' moolah with the gang, we a G’d up committee |
| Two handfuls of money like a C-cup of titties |
| These dead presidents old just like my grandpie |
| But feel like a bitch with a fat ass |
| All the lights and cameras flashin', I gotta flash it |
| This money is beautiful, this money is beautiful |
| Yeah, havin' millions will be picture-perfect |
| I know these people know the kid deserves it |
| Got the sickest verses, spinnin' like it’s written in cursive |
| Twisted herb, lost, phone missin' service |
| With all these clowns here, I feel like it’s a circus |
| Sippin' liquor got me spinnin' 'til I’m layin' on the bed |
| Eyes in the back of my head, you see me |
| After this bread, tryna get it like Bill Gates |
| Flippin' mechandise and sellin' mixtapes |
| When you wanna escape, boy, this piff great |
| Full stomach though, an empty dinner plate |
| Bunch of strippers goin' ham, dancin' in the cage |
| You got no candles with your cake, you washed up |
| You a dickface, I bet your job sucks |
| Who you fuckin' with? |
| Not us |
| You mad, haha |