Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song He Got Money, artist - Rico Love. Album song I Sin, in the genre Соул
Date of issue: 18.02.2018
Record label: Box Chevy
Song language: English
He Got Money |
Maybe it seems like we take it too far but we ain’t never had shit |
All we know is hustlin', we be on that cash shit |
And when we see a bad bitch |
Hold up, you know he got money |
But don’t ask that nigga for nothin', you know he act funny |
You know he got cars, look at his gloss |
And all of his niggas is winnin', look at 'em lookin' like bosses |
You know he got money |
He go in the club, he leave with a chick and he go in her tummy |
If that nigga said it, you know he ain’t lyin' |
And, if he invite you, you know that he buyin' |
You know he got paper |
How dare you show him apartments that ain’t got no elevator? |
You know that be boojie, he need a jacuzzi |
He need a massage, he need him a bitch in Emilio Pucci |
Maybe it seems like we take it too far but we ain’t never had shit |
All we know is hustlin', we be on that cash shit |
And when we see a bad bitch |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |
You know he got mula |
And he ain’t takin' no breaks, nigga, no Ferris Bueller |
He tryna build him a house on the ocean |
That sits right across from his house on the ocean |
You know he got money |
You know he got Asians, know he got Haitians, know he got bunnies |
Lon Bon and she rock Chanel |
Photoshoots with Dave LaChapelle |
You know he be stuntin' |
Yeah, he hit her but how the fuck he 'posed to know that’s your woman? |
All he know is she thinkin' she chose |
You gotta do better when pickin' these hoes |
Maybe it seems like we take it too far but we ain’t never had shit |
All we know is hustlin', we be on that cash shit |
And when we see a bad bitch |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |
Maybe I’m to blame for the opulence I glorify |
All the girls I cheated with, all the nights my shorty cried |
Lifestyles of the rich and young, crackers hate a nigga |
Jackas make it so you gotta go and get your gun |
Where they get them pictures from? |
Who taking them photographs? |
Paps is peekin' at you, last year, they ain’t even know yo' ass |
Niggas run, yo' block is mad, niggas run, yo' city hurt |
«Why you ain’t put yo' city first?» |
I had to go and get it first! |
Wishin' I could hit reverse |
I’d a scooped up Cali Chrissy, he wouldn’t be in no hearse |
Killed my nephew Rocket over what was in his pocket |
So, yeah, he got money but, tell me, what does it profit? |
Maybe it seems like we take it too far but we ain’t never had shit |
All we know is hustlin', we be on that cash shit |
And when we see a bad bitch |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |
She be like, «You know he got money?» |