He Got Money (feat. Rico Love)

歌詞

Maybe it seems like we take it too far But we ain't never had shit All we know is hustlin' we be on that cash shit And when we see a bad bitch You know we got money You know we got money You know we got money (yeah) You know we got money Hold up! You know we got money But don't ask that nigga for nothing You know he act funny (you know he act funny) You know he got cars (I know we got) Look at his gloss! (look at his gloss!) And all of his niggas is winnin' Look at him lookin' like bosses! You know he got money! He go in the club, he leave with a chick and he go in her tummy If that nigga said it You know he ain't lyin' And if he invite you You know that he buyin' You know he got paper How dare you show him apartments that ain't got no elevator You know that he bougie He need a jacuzzi He need a massage He need him a bitch in Emilio Pucci Maybe it seems like we take it too far But we ain't never had shit All we know is hustlin' we be on that cash shit And when we see a bad bitch She be like You know he got money (you know he got money) You know he got money (you know he got money) You know he got money (you know he got money) You know he got money (get up) You know he got mula (know he got mula) And he ain't takin' no breaks, nigga, no Ferris Bueller He tryna build him a house on the ocean That sits right across from his house on the ocean You know he got money You know he got Asians, you know he got Haitians Know he got bunnies (bunnies) Lon Bon, she rock Chanel Photoshoots with Dave La Chappelle You know he be stuntin' Yeah, he hit her but how the fuck he 'posed to know that's your woman All he know she thinkin', she chose You gotta do better when pickin' these hoes Maybe it seems like we take it too far But we ain't never had shit All we know is hustlin' we be on that cash shit And when we see a bad bitch (when we see a bad bitch) She be like You know he got money (you know he got money) You know he got money (you know he got money) You know he got money (you know he got money) Maybe I'm to blame for the opulence I glorify All the girls I cheated with All the nights my shorty cried Lifestyles of the rich and young Crackers hate a nigga Jackas make it so you gotta go and get your gun Where they get them pictures from? Who taking them photographs? Paps is peekin' at you Last year, they ain't even know yo' ass Niggas run, yo' block is mad, niggas run, yo' city hurt "Why you ain't put yo' city first?" I had to go and get it first! Wishin' I could hit reverse I'd a scooped up Cali Chrissy He wouldn't be in no hearse Killed my nephew Rocket over what was in his pocket So, yeah, he got money but, tell me, what does it profit? Maybe it seems like we take it too far But we ain't never had shit (don't lose yourself) All we know is hustlin' we be on that cash shit And when we see a bad bitch (turn the lights on) She be like You know he got money (you know he got money) You know he got money (you know he got money) You know he got money (you know he got money) You know he got money