Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Green, artist - Psychopathic Rydas. Date of issue: 14.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money Green |
| I’ve been known as an OG ever since I was a young blood |
| Pimpin' through the streets, eatin' scrimp, smokin' mad bud |
| The older that I get, I think the more I achieve |
| Life of luxury, don’t hate on me, make it your own and you will see |
| Money and green everywhere that I look |
| My weed house look like Frank’s nursery packed with good |
| And if you ever try to take mine, you gonna see my gat shine |
| I’ll shred you into leather and then bag you like some pork rinds |
| (Full Clip) |
| I don’t know what happened. |
| I like cabbage |
| When I put it in my hand, bitch I get savage |
| And make you lay down for this shit |
| And try your pockets, hear the 9 milli click |
| It’s all about the president’s cuz, there dead |
| I hang out at schools and rob lunch money from kids |
| I don’t give a fuck what area or scene |
| As long as my pockets get full of the money green |
| (Chorus 2x) |
| I want my money and weed greener then the greenest |
| It’s just like smokin' my chest |
| I want my money and weed greener then the white house lawn |
| It’s just like smokin' my bong |
| (Lil' Shank) |
| Money green is my mindset |
| I got 700 dollars so how high can I get? |
| Exchange for big bills with big faces |
| For big bags of trees that leave you outer spacin' |
| Man I’m so high my Benjamin’s look like 10's |
| So I’ma keep smokin' till they look like 100's again |
| Roll up the blunt, and crack the window, put the dro in the air |
| Lets smoke it till the bag is bare |
| (Foe Foe) |
| I got a bag full of icky sticky under my seat |
| And a pocket full of someone’s money from a robbery |
| I got to hustle to make a million dollars |
| If fact I’m about the hit the track and let my hustle stack |
| It’s all about the paper, and how much is for me |
| I can never have enough I spend it all on tree |
| You spend them money on hoes and I’ma keep getting blown |
| Been in the game since I was 3 years old |
| (Repeat 4x) |
| Put one hand on you money! |
| Put the other in the air! |
| Recognize the money green! |
| When the Rydas up in here! |
| (Cell Block) |
| It’s about the money, and if you got it then you stuck |
| I can’t help if the greens got me addicted like a drug |
| Worse then, a head on his knees searching for white powder |
| Cause I kill a muthafucka for the power of a dollar |
| I gotta have it, with the finest proper green to be smoked |
| It calm my nerves, I spark the blunt it start to choke |
| Money makes the world go round and all your dreams come true |
| Have you flauntin' all yo shit, that’s why I’m coming after you |
| (Bullet) |
| I love money, I don’t need it though with a strap |
| I leave you face down in the street with holes in your back |
| Bitch I’m a Ryda, I’ll homicide you and your bride |
| Because I stack chips even within' your ass they hide |
| Gimmie the money green, I need my weed even greener |
| The weedman seen a black truck and ran but I squeezed a meaner |
| I’ll commondeer his buds on a scale I runs his mail |
| I’m bringing all my money to hell, what’s for sale? |
| (Chorus 2x) |
| I want my money and weed greener then the greenest |
| It’s just like smokin' my chest |
| I want my money and weed greener then the white house lawn |
| It’s just like smokin' my bong |
| (Repeat 4x) |
| Put one hand on you money! |
| Put the other in the air! |
| Recognize the money green! |
| When the Rydas up in here! |