Mango Foo - All Dis Money lyrics

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Ft. Domingo

(Intro)

All this money, got so much money

Money, money

All this money, got so much money

(Hook)

All this money, got money, got money in the trap

All this money, got money, got money cuz I rap

All this money, so much money, put it in the bag

All this money, got money, got these niggas mad

All this money, got so much money

All this money, got so much money

All this money, got so much money

All this money, got so much money

All this money, all this money, so much money

(Verse: Domingo)

All these dirty hundreds made the money counter jam

I ain’t gotta count it cuz a dolla weigh a gram

Nigga I got birds, I got birds, cash Xans

Young rich nigga catchin' serves out the Lamb

I’m speakin' to the script, ya get script if he Costilles

I fell in luv money, I done think I had no feelings

Count it up, count it up, lookin' at the calendar

I don’t know when I’m goin' out

Word on the street if the plug serve me then we ain’t seein' no drought

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Mango Foo)

Mango the fool, I’m draped up in jewels

I got paper like I’m in school

My diamonds they wet like a pool

Ya tryin' to take em (pow pow) make the news

I got money like I work at a bank

OG gas bags all in the trap, gotta tank

Got a knife on the end of the rifle, get shanked

Whip the water wit the bakin' soda, fuck around and faint

Got a whole lotta money

Trappin' and cappin' I don’t have a boogie

Underarm kush got the whole club musty

Say yo nigga real shooter but yo gun clip rusty

I come from the dirty like rugby

Rode around, tryin' to call me Benny cuz I been had 100s

In the kitchen whippin' like George Foreman

I bring it back like it’s karma

OKC the trap, we hit a nigga wit the thunder

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Rich The Kid)

All this money, got too many hunnids

Only big fish and my bitch count twenties

Mango, go hit em wit the K though

Fuck around and leave yo brain gone

Big chase, big money

Bunch of our shoes cost 15 hundred

More chains, more ice

Might blind yo bitch, that’s on my life

Young rich nigga from the bottom

Made it from the bricks, ya know it go

100 band cash on my Rolex

Migo Bands hit em wit the covent

But yo bitch can’t whip it like me

Ain’t talkin' bout Alicia, got keys

Nigga I’d ratha be rich than famous

Took yo hoe 1 night, bitch, you famous

(Hook)