Money - Willie Nelson

I’m counting this money

Show money

Yah!

Ah!

Running with the clique though

Clique SS double S dollar Signs boy

Money don’t sleep, so I don’t sleep

Man I got bags under my eye’s

I’m going so hard for that duffle bag, that brown paper bag

It don’t matter what bag unless it full of money, whoo!

BBC smoke good!

BBC drink good, Damn!

We some young dudes tryna live good, whoo!

Drug money, show money, side hoe money, it don’t matter I need more money

Hater had the nerve to ask me why I rap bout money (Hol Up)

Bitch I Love Money!!!

Whoo!!!

Smoke Kush Just to levitate on some new ways to make more money

I day dream about money, Everyday!

Tell Gray the real Gray, kick his feet up, I’ma bring the money home, whoo!

So I grind, money on my mind, mind on my money

You hating on me, you nothing but a dummy

Focus on the money

Matter fact you focused on the money cause you watching me, while my G’s are

watching you

You wouldn’t make a dime, even if you were thrown in a pool full of money

Ah!

Money buy myself a house, buy myself a spouse, Yah!

Money buy myself some jewels, buy myself some pools

(Swear to God I’ma die with a mill plus x2)