Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make a Lot $$$, artist - Young Thug.
Date of issue: 01.05.2016
Song language: English
Make a Lot $$$ |
I make a lot of money |
I make a lot of money |
I make a lot of money |
I make a lot of money |
I make a lot of money |
I make a lot of money |
I make a lot of money |
I make a lot of money |
I make a whole lot of money |
I blow a whole lot of paper |
We fit each other right like a blazer |
We argue, we fight, and we fuss |
And we fuck and we mugging each other |
I eat it, I lick it |
I treat it, I don’t wanna leave it defeated |
Come on and fuck on me |
Run from me, buck on me, yeah |
Put luck on me, pull up on me |
Feel ups on me, suck gifts on me |
Fuck is you hating for? |
I am so different, come have a tour |
I caught him disturbing the peace |
And I left him extinct like a dinosaur |
Drowning in mud like a muh fucking rhinoceros |
I didn’t think that she was a freak but she kinda was |
Yeah she was a freaky little bitch |
I didn’t get a chance to even eat that little bitch |
Do you mind if I creep that little bitch |
I’m gone, when I fuck a bitch, I’m straight outta the trenches |
Do you mind if I need that little bitch? |
Do you mind if I feed her to the clique? |
If you mind I don’t ever wanna be rich |
And I’m a rip that money up with my clique like a pick, yeah |
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks |
Hit it from the back and I can’t see nothing like a cataract |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Standing back, looking like I’m bamming it |
Smoking packs looking at you runnin' that |
I’m a die looking at your humble ass |
Come in, baby, that’s my mama, baby |
My heart racing and I’m so impatient |
Call Metro and let leak speed racer |
Cook that dope up, but no Easy Baker |
I swear to God I |
I was too busy buying acres |
That’s my bitch, nigga that’s my bitch |
She can never come fuck you if she’s my bitch |
Gold VVS I go Mitch |
And I swear you gon get hit if it’s a hit |
Bitch I’ve been the boss of ever since |
All my fuckin cups dirty like a ditch |
I’m in beast mode like Marshawn Lynch |
And if it don’t make dollars then it don’t make sense |
But me? |
I swear |