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Young Thug – Money On Money Lyrics

 The Wagster, turn me up some
Yeah, okay
Money on money, these millions, you dig?
I'm spendin' this shit on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck-niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I don't know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nothin' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
Mama, you a thot (ah)
I don't want shots (ah)
Brother, you a rat (my brother)
Twin, you a pack (twin)
Runnin' through Saks (hey)
Louis V slacks (Louis)
Hermès trench (Hermès)
Swimmin' pool heated (ooh)