Lyrics Money Bag - Neef Buck

Money Bag

Uh, ocean views, ocean front, put a whole .8th in the blunt
She fucking the help
I bet on myself and do what I want
Now, your watch is in the house
Cause the diamond tester came out
They tell (?) word of mouth, slim thick like she from the south
(?) in her cup, that red wine makes her fuck
Remind of Bria Miles, chocolate drop with a pretty smile
He be with any and everybody, never buy bottles at the party
Always drinking niggas liquor, always in a niggas picture
Watch busters come get you, before that .40 Cal hit you
I ride my own waves, she good on a surfboard
Mama, throw it up, long as you twerk for it
Old money, new money, being broke never been funny