Issue No 139 Money Do Lyrics

Feat. Gucci Mane

Dick it, fat boy
You call it ballin'?
I call it hopscotch
G here look cash
But he ain't got what I got
Two quarters in my bank roll
One fifty on my watch
Got to get me them jumbo
Get a lot of them big block
Push a broad, don't bazz up
You ball lookesha
Eva' since you cash up
Interior smoked out
Homie, you a pimp
Hell ya, you a pimp
Down with some MILF on the back top
But the front tie is a deon
navy shit for the same team
But the same shit for the keisha
My wrist coded in freon
That bullshit ideon
In the club, gettin' wasted
Thirty now, get faded
Got home, don't know how I made it
But shit how I engrave it

(Hook x2)
I don't have an ego, but my money do
And I don't have a big mouth, but my money do
And I don't like to show off, but my money do
I got so many zeros, I can bury you

(Verse)
I got so many zeros, I can bury you
In love wid the money, the money I get marry to
The er'day president, I ain't neva heard of you
I'm hurtin' on the rag, doin' what the hell I wanna do
And that's the free band, laying up the checks
Sought high, lay low, thanks for getting here
So many rocks done, thanks for get me done
That ass went to jail, but he left me wid the text
You gon' handle wid the check, talk to Jerry, go get it
You a thug wid Gucci Main, now I'm rangin' in the city
Might swerve up in the Bentley, Charlie rollin' right behind me
Listen to the angle, take me to the alcoholic

(Hook x2)
I don't have an ego, but my money do
And I don't have a big mouth, but my money do
And I don't like to show off, but my money do
I got so many zeros, I can bury you