M.O.N.E.Y. - E-9, 6FO & E-9, 6FO

I said my house sittin' on acres, these niggas haters

Cuts all in my fingers from countin' paper

You niggas wanna try it, go meet your maker

You niggas act like bitches, she need some makeup

I said I’m up, I’m out of here, I’m super gone

I just made a two fifty off the phone

I said I’m lit, I’m on my shit, I’m in my zone

I said I’m lit, come get your bitch, she out her thong

Flockavelli, I’m bout my fetti, these niggas petty

I’m swervin', I said I’m swervin', a young Andretti

My niggas’ll bust your melon, I know felons

You niggas is super haters, you niggas jealous

And I probably done fucked your bitch, ain’t no telling

Went to California just to mail it

If you buying, don’t call my phone, you know I’m sellin'

My watch, my neck, and wrist look like it’s hailing

What you buyin'?

Who’s sellin'?

M.O.N.E.Y.

with these dope boys yellin'

M.O.N.E.Y.

with these bad bitches yellin'

I make 'em drop them packs vacuum sealed and have it mailed in

Bitch you worthless, got no purpose, that pussy workin'

Niggas flexin' their lil jewelry, my niggas lurkin'

Off of perky, I know he thinkin' he should’ve merked 'em

I said I’m fly, I’m out of here, I’m where the birds be

Diamonds super wet, these bitches thirsty

She gon' suck a dick for shoes and purses

I got your savings in my pocket I made off verses

Pussy super wet, I think I’m surfin'

These niggas flexin' like they Gotti but they lyin'

I’m on mitches on top of mitches make me a giant

They like «Waka, put me on, are you hiring?»

I said these rappers gettin' old, time for retirement

When it comes to streets, I’m like the reverend, my life is heaven

I’m eatin', already full but I want seconds

I’m balling, kicking shit like I’m on

I told my bitch quit her shit, don’t miss your blessing