Vinny Cha$e - Money Tonight lyrics

rate me

I don’t do concerts, just operas like Sinatra

I cut niggas off like doctors when they operate

Why hate I can’t level preposterous

I sip fine wine and grapes, my tail’s lobster

Don’t keep cash, you so grand in the pocket

Everything Versace, big like Chris Wallace

I get the whip, leather crash backpack

Full of cash, stand back, I’m a real nigga, get there fast

When I shop, Jay’s in the box like Beyoncé

And I keep it real, coke mix, sipping, popping

Cha$e getting money like checks games, money like death jam

I spit death jams, rolling left hand

Damn, shorty, she important, rolling shot

Come up in my car, rolling with the bosses

Anybody fly, Cha$e taught them

Everything fly Cha$e bought them

You niggas can’t afford it, I’m touring, balling

All of recording, I got Biggie on with my charters, I’m on it

Yeah, keeping chick with the Cuban links

Who is this? V. Cha$e, living ludicrous

I want it

I want it

We out here

I want it

I want it

We out here

I’m from the town with no lames

I’m from the town with no lames allowed

I’m from the town with no lames allowed

Park cars and bars and make angels bow

I’m the king with the scepter, don’t be thinking I’mma help you

I like money over lecture and I’d rather pay me extra

I’m a maker of the maker, never feel no pressure

Balling, you the heckler, I’m loaded like a weapon

We in on our fake friends, we in over seven

That Versace overlapping, problems in my vein

You can tell it when I’m repping, when I’m home I’m like the enemy

Nigga pop me once you better finish me

Do your Jesus on, feeling like the trinity

The sickness, I got it, ain’t no remedy

I’m the seller, you the buyer, I’m the reason you retire

Nigga gassed up, I leave him to the fire

You clown nigga

I’m from the town with no lames

I’m from the town with no lames allowed

We out here

I want it

I want it

I want it

I want it

Open up your eyes

Open up your eyes

Never saying that they like me

Never saying that they like me

Open up your eyes

Open up your eyes

Open up your eyes, never seen the enlightenment

Chris here, with the neck, yeah, setting price here

Hitting this, nigga, watch me pull up in that condo

My lifestyle wild and I growl through the jungle

Chill in Acapulco, the fucking weather is beautiful

I’ve got a couple shooters, there’s nothing I couldn’t do to you

Here’s for the marble and concrete

Here’s for the marble and concrete

Here’s for the marble and concrete

And even when I leave town, got my team a whole suite

You know me, it’s where we level with the retched