Maffew Ragazino - Money Right lyrics

rate me

Mhm haters, I don’t mean f*cking around

I’m just tryin’ to get my money right

Turn my swag on, DJ turn it up

I’m clackin’ mad oh, drop it low and take it up

(Verse)

I’ve been puttin’get you something, lady got me on the scream

Save a mess you wanna f*ck,

Hopin that’s a rock, but it’s right, mix them pictures up,

Hot line, lookin’ both, phones been this pickin’ up

Niggas wanna see my skeletons, gonna take em up

Shout out to my haters hate, on yeah I take em up

Head it to the moon, in the moon, wish a nigga luck,

One phone gone since some niggas do the picture up,

Beatin’ after breakfast, cafeteria for lunch,

Kickin new bitches yeah they ghost a little pretty buck

I’m f*ckin’ intern making business with the pleasure, yeah

F*ck the world, don’t ask me for shit, I don’t give a f*ck

Hook:

Grind on paper, I don’t see the haters

I don’t see the haters, no I ain’t f*ckin’ around

I’m tryin’ to get my money right.

Mind on paper, I don’t see the haters,

I don’t see the haters, no I ain’t f*ckin’ around

I’m tryin’ to get my money right.

And still money over pictures, dollars over niggas on

And when you bring my money bitch, make sure you bring it on

(Verse)

For the cocaine I’m new look,

No brain I stood here for quick cash,

Nigga I skip class, I’m hearin’ this glock came with a ruler

Know for breaking you ..

Young flashy area and nigga

Stash from traveler and nigga

You new bitch that’s my old thing,

Couple niggas rhymin’ who the old things,

If they need about palm and niggas no comment nigga

Middle fingers to your .. nigga

Ahh, go, true is the OG, alone, never no cold Ds

That small, gotta be OG, bottles are thrown

I need to smell me.

Hook:

Grind on paper, I don’t see the haters

I don’t see the haters, no I ain’t f*ckin’ around

I’m tryin’ to get my money right.

Mind on paper, I don’t see the haters,

I don’t see the haters, no I ain’t f*ckin’ around

I’m tryin’ to get my money right.

I’m tryin’ to get my money right.

Hey y’all the trees color ametist

F*ck then I sent your girl back with damages

Flyin’ shit, causing low atmosphere preferences

Rappers all think they whack flow is be a comparison place

Cut the bullshit I say to yourself the embarrassment

Crookets got when the lockers out but it’s hard enough

High as f*ck, drivin’ in pet sirens I got the try love,

More or less rappers be hatin’ but they still know what’s fresh

Paper gang, verses they panting

It’s like this .. everything

Niggas is talking shit, f*ck it, tell em bring

Everyone, bet I flick every switch off like ..

Tryin’ around the globe for a large amount to go

I got droppin on them hoes, got my dollars in the flow

What’s up!

Hook:

Grind on paper, I don’t see the haters

I don’t see the haters, no I ain’t f*ckin’ around

I’m tryin’ to get my money right.

Mind on paper, I don’t see the haters,

I don’t see the haters, no I ain’t f*ckin’ around

I’m tryin’ to get my money right.

I’m tryin’ to get my money right.