Money Lyrics by Young Thug is a New English song from the album “BUSINESS IS BUSINESS” sung by popular rapper Young Thug featuring Juice WRLD & Nicki Minaj. Lyrics of this song are written by Young Thug & Juice WRLD and music produced by Charlie Heat.
Money Song Details
Singer : Young Thug, Juice WRLD, Nicki Minaj
Album : BUSINESS IS BUSINESS
Lyrics : Young Thug, Nicki Minaj, Juice WRLD
Music : Charlie Heat
Label : Atlantic Records
Money Lyrics
Some people say it’s folly, but I’d rather have the lolly
With money, you can make a smash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money
There is nothing like a newly minted pound
(Money, money, money, money)
Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker
It’s accountancy that makes the world go ’round, ’round, ’round, ’round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it’s only just a phase (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Money, money, money makes the world go ’round
(Who made the beat? Charlie) (Yee)
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (Yeah)
‘Lotta blue cash in a rubber band
(A lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it-, she in Barbie land
(She in Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock ’em by the tens (By the tens)
I’m just drinkin’ Act’, Kurt Cobain (Uh)
Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb
My chopper sing, it need autotune
Bad b*tch in my hotel room
Take a Perky right before we f**k, then act a fool (Fool)
Sad money, I got blue face diamonds
I’m at the top, and I’ma keep on climbin’
I got a **** on my hip, no silence
My mama told me, “Don’t trust nobody”
Damn, mama, you seen it comin’ (Woo)
That’s why I don’t keep this heat for nothin’
Try me, then you’re gettin’ one (On God)
Plus one (Yeah), and a couple more, uh (Yeah)
Thirty shots when I am all done (Slatt)
Right, right? Did I do the math right? (Money, money, money)
Stomp ’em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath (Yeah, let’s go)
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (Yeah)
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band
(A lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it-, she in Barbie land
(She in Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock ’em by the tens (By the tens)
I’m just drinkin’ Act’, Kurt Cobain (Ayo)
Lettin’ him get up in it when he came home
After a long bid, you know that s*x game strong
Headed to the grip, baby, hang on
Ding-dong got that Alexander Wang on
Wait, free Thug
She heard that, “Hehe,” and my, “Hehe” did the facepalm
Pretty no makeup, I ain’t have to put my face on
Stay in your lane, don’t get gassed at that station (Oop, yeah)
Give him the chills, I got him head over heels (Oop)
Suckin’ my toes while he massagin’ my heels (Oop)
He want to lick the wrapper, no Chance
They tryna ride my wave, but they end up on the sand (Oop)
I got wild hitters and hustlers all on my payroll (Payroll)
Type of ni**as hit the block, move the crack and that yayo (Yayo)
I got wild chicas who do whatever I say so (Say so)
‘Bout that dinero, so, if you want me you gotta peso
Just put a couple grand in some rubber bands
B*tches want my look, couldn’t get a glance
They wonder what I gross like, my name was Lance
It’s Barbie, b*tch, just dropped like twenty mil’ on Barbie Land
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (Yeah)
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band
(A lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it-, she in Barbie land
(She in Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock ’em by the tens (By the tens)
I’m just drinkin’ Act’, Kurt Cobain (Cobains)
Money on your dawg, they go- (Grrt)
On the sidewalk like he gettin’ a tan (Grrah)
I grow micro-soft drinkin’ oxygen (Grrah-grrah)
B*tch, I been a boss since a Goddamn kid (Woo)
Hop out on the block with it (With it)
Make him do the cha-cha-cha (Woo, skrrt)
I rode the Dropbox with your bae and I got my rocks off (Woo, got my rocks off)
She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci (Woo)
I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didn’t eat her coochie
(On God)
I’m livin’ life as a pimp (Yeah)
I’ll put a b*tch on your shrimp (Yeah)
I’m high in the sky like a blimp (High)
Ooh, I’ll cop a Rolls-Royce first attempt (Skrrt)
What’s the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just showin’ you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Let’s go)
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money makes the-
Money, money, money makes the-
Money, money, money makes the world go ’round
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money