Meek Mill - Money Ain’t No Issue lyrics
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Yeah, it’s DC, nigga!
You see what we’re doing in these fucking streets
Pushing the fliers…
I’m sipping on Patron, nigga
My bitch bad to the bone nigga
She fucked up, I'm fucked up
She like how we gonna get home, nigga?
I can't smoke that strong nigga
Swear that's word to my PO
That lil chick to expensive for you
I’ll take her back like repo
Say, Shawty want a pair of red bottom
Fuck the Jordan nigga went a got them
Brunch, I’ll be fucking for a hour
Got a boyfriend forget about him
I got young niggas that will get it poppin’, yeah
And all my niggas get a dollar, yeah
Started of with an impala
Now all my whips a hundred thousand
Hold up! Throw your rollies up in the air
And wave that shit to the side, nigga
Bad bitches just pop pussy you dead broke just die, nigga!
On private jets we fly, nigga
Sipping lean we high, nigga
Stand tall feet five, nigga
They riding for you they die with you!
Foreign whips my fucking problem
Got a couple don't fucking drive them
My homies whip them like fucking molly
More money more fucking problems
Your wrist … I take that
I’m right where I take that
Them hoes stunted it’s payback
I’m in a Rolls-Royce screaming out Maybach
Hook
Money ain't no issue
I’m on them molly's and prescription
Lean inside my cup beat that pussy till she miss me
Fuck nigga, die slow
I’m gonna fuck, I’mma gonna miss it
Any nigga getting money I salute ya, I salute ya!
Young nigga in a beemer coup with a lot of money, and a lot of booze
Young nigga getting plenty money, I'm turned up, more time to cool
Molly's all in my cup nigga, they screw it up, I ain't slowing down
AP I'm trigger, happy nigga young niggas…
Shooting the A on my time…
Bad bitch from Beverly hills I'mma fuck good on TMZ
Quarter mill for the AP, quarter mill for Lambo
Quarter mill for a new truck, quarter mill that’s’ on the care
Free Band, I'm eating up, Rock and roll no good talk
A lotta drugs and a lotta bitches
I'mma fuck this bitch like a porn star
Hook
Money ain't no issue
I’m on them molly's and prescription
Lean inside my cup beat that pussy till she miss me
Fuck nigga, die slow
I’m gonna fuck, I’mma gonna miss it
Any nigga getting money I salute ya, I salute ya!
I’mma try chill but niggas really really want to make me talk reckless
(Niggas don’t want thart!)
Had these niggas on your neck,
You don’t really really want to talk reckless.
(Niggas don’t want thart!)
Heard you got l's in the hood
You don’t really really want to talk Lexus
(Niggas don’t want thart!)
We got it right now, do your thing
Niggas really want to talk Lexus
Fuck the nigga like his bitch say
If she with nay in a 6 trey
She ride the stick every which way
While shit play from the mix tape
She say shit go hard, she say shit go hard
Shawty sound like big Sean (Swerve)
Bitch keep saying oh God (oh God)
I got fuck around and got used to money
Fuck game I just used the money
All the suckers get is middle fingers
And bum bitches get gooses funny
So if you getting money I salute you, I'm saluting
And if you getting mad I hope you do find a solution
Niggas like ya'll find excuses
Niggas like us rock exclusives
I come through heat on the streets
I got my wig game so abusive nigga
It’s that getting money music nigga
When they play it all the winners gonna lose it, nigga
Hook
Money ain't no issue
I’m on them molly's and prescription
Lean inside my cup beat that pussy till she miss me
Fuck nigga, die slow
I’m gonna fuck, I’mma gonna miss it
Any nigga getting money I salute ya, I salute ya!
