Fatboi Fresh - Money lyrics

rate me

Oh, Fatboi Fresh, party …

Let’s get it!

I used to want the (cars)

I used to want the (clothes)

I used to want the (gold)

I used to want the (hoes)

But now I want that money, money, money!

But now I want that money, that money, that money!

I used to want the (cars)

I used to want the (clothes)

I used to want the (gold)

I used to want the (hoes)

But now I want that money, money, money!

But now I want that money, that money, that money!

Bitch, I’m stunning in the name of Jesus

So I hit the jeweler, cut a couple pieces

Took the profit off a couple features

Double dot and then I buy a couple pounds

Sorry momma, if you listen me, yeah

But I’m back up in the bitch again

You know I said last time was the last time

But it’s calling me and safe to say I’m giving in!

Promise I’ll be back soon

Money falling out the sky, gotta get this vacuum and clean up

My nigga mop, ain’t coming up, I won’t rose

Say he ain’t no making …

Say niggas start making no …

I’m trying to see what that be like

Boss … of my afterlife

Have a little something on my kids, kids,

Then make it rain on my wife all night!

Eat good, smoke good, fuck what I…

If I won’t make it, at least I’ll try,

Just tell them babies I love them!

Hook:

I used to want the (cars)

I used to want the (clothes)

I used to want the (gold)

I used to want the (hoes)

But now I want that money, money, money!

But now I want that money, that money, that money!

I used to want the (cars)

I used to want the (clothes)

I used to want the (gold)

I used to want the (hoes)

But now I want that money, money, money!

But now I want that money, that money, that money!

Let’s get it now!

I want that money, money, money!

But now I want that money, money, money!

But now I want that money, that money, that money!

I want a city who fucking with me

I remember dwag used to front into me

I was fucking up, coping under twenty

Now I’m up above and there is nothing to me

Touch your fifties, tuck …

Pulling up in that seven fifty

Ray go boys for a G

Cute pees and Kush, boy let it fifty

..heating up that town water

In that pop and straight drop that peanut butter.

Keep a gutter, I’m free as suckers

MOB to my only brothers

It’s only yes, that’s all you

We’re the news, a rarely family

Big max, I can’t be…

Gym class, I was selling candy

No hard pass, I ditch math and skip class with the penny on me.

…Atlantis with the bay

Selling … through the hard way get the straight cash

And the bad bitch with a soft ass

… but nowadays I’m all cash!

I got a trick, I’mma try to feed

All these big faces in the small game

Don’t try to shit, it be momma crib

And your baby momma grab momma…

So when a kid, sir

Hook:

I used to want the (cars)

I used to want the (clothes)

I used to want the (gold)

I used to want the (hoes)

But now I want that money, money, money!

But now I want that money, that money, that money!

I used to want the (cars)

I used to want the (clothes)

I used to want the (gold)

I used to want the (hoes)

But now I want that money, money, money!

But now I want that money, that money, that money!

Let’s get that money, money, money!