Young Thug: Money On Money (feat. Future)

Money on money, these millions ya dig
I’m spending 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 going 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 calling em friend
Drop top Rolls Royce
Ion know the kind ion 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 nun about em
And it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud
Not the green my nigga the same mud

Mama you a thot
Ion want shots
Brother you a rat
Twin you a pack
Running through Saks
Louis V slacks
Hermes trench
Swimming pool heated
She aint tryna eat it
Shawty you can beat it
Drinking 2-liter, ride a 2-seater, riding with a eater
Calling me papi I’m calling her mami and senorita
I aint being cocky but I been putting on
Ever since beepers
Fuck me good the first day a nigga might keep her
Blowing money fast like a fucking cheetah
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas
Buggati Spider whippin that bitch from the side

Money on money, these millions ya dig
I’m spending 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 going 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 calling em friend
Drop top Rolls Royce
Ion know the kind ion 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 nun about em
And it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud
Not the green my nigga the same mud

You Identify my bitches with AP’s
She aint got a AP she is not mine (you cold)
(He cold) She belongs to the streets

Spoiled lil bitch went Patti
Rose gold snake she a badie
Transpo foreign go slatty
Doggin out a hoe like shaggy
Couldve went Spec went Caddy
Pull up with the cutter we ready
Fucked a opp bitch i’m petty
Iced out bolognese spaghetti
First off gotta go baguetti
Talk less do more spinning
Walk down shit’ll get drenchy
Turnt the whole city up litty
Bad bitch couldve went viddy
Savage 21 killers
Brabus riding witcha sister
Dog ass hoe you a thotty
Bruh turn cop new body
Twin you a rat you smoked
Shoot em in the head you da goat
Couldve went fed went broke
Trap nigga living out the ocean
The Phantom the Rolls I don’t know
The eaters go wherever I go

Money on money, these millions ya dig
I’m spending 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 going 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 calling em friend
Drop top Rolls Royce
Ion know the kind ion 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 nun about em
And it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud
Not the green my nigga the same mud