Z-Money - Want My Money (Remix) lyrics

rate me

feat. Twista & BandMan Kevo

I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a fuck about them

I ride pass them in my Lamb’

I be selling grams, I be serving hand to hand

Got that mami taking chance

Say, these bitches want my money

I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a fuck about them

I ride pass them in my Lamb’

Say, these bitches want my money

I be selling grams, I be serving hand to hand

Got that mami taking chance

Say, these bitches want my money

I don’t give a damn, I ride pass them in Lamb’

I don’t give a fuck about them

Say, these bitches want my money

I be selling grams, I be serving hand to hand

Got that mami taking chance

See you looking at my crew, looking at my jewels

Looking at my shoes

100 000 dollars on a whip, fuck the cost

Spending money like a boss, you can bet I do

Off a ghetto league, I know that don’t quit

I don’t even really care ‘cause the Lambo’s slick

If I watch you walk and blow the whole elbow, bitch

I got the narrow bitch, I’m on the …shit

Niggas hustle over pounds, but I smoke that

And the bitches wanna follow wherever I role at

Spending money on a ride, don’t even own that

Gotta let you know you ain’t gonna get it

Motherfuckers drinking, why you even with us?

So I gotta say this

Bitches want my money

I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a fuck about them

I ride pass them in my Lamb’

These bitches want my money

I be selling grams, I be serving hand to hand

Got that mami taking chance

These bitches want my money

I don’t give a damn, I ride pass them in Lamb’

I don’t give a fuck about them

Say, these bitches want my money

I be selling grams, I be serving hand to hand

Got that mami taking chance

She want some rare bottles, she want that Gucci bag

She said she know I got it, these hoes ain’t used to cash

Hoes be hella swaging ‘fore I get hella ashin’

These bitches want my money, niggas won’t catch me lacking

I say I’m almost worth a million, I ain’t saying

Every whip I caught they ask me where I found it

I hit the Gucci … man, I’m banging

She say she love me but she know I never mean it

Say, these bitches want my money

I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a fuck about them

I ride pass them in my Lamb’

Say, these bitches want my money

I be selling grams, I be serving hand to hand

Got that mami taking chance

Say, these bitches want my money

I don’t give a damn, I ride pass them in Lamb’

I don’t give a fuck about them

Say, these bitches want my money

I be selling grams, I be serving hand to hand

Got that mami taking chance

Say, these bitches want my money

I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a fuck about them

They can listen to my Lamb’

Newman Marcus, here I am, Gucci pants, them bitches scam

Counterfeit, don’t fuck with them

He’s a hater, he get bam

Locker jacket with the tails, Polo socks with Gucci brims

Bragging harder than her man, that’s my plan bitch, that’s my plan

Get some ties then break them pants, balling hard without a plan

Get some doping in my mess, got that weebee selling grams

Say, these bitches want my money

I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a fuck about them

I ride pass them in my Lamb’

Say, these bitches want my money

I be selling grams, I be serving hand to hand

Got that mami taking chance

Say, these bitches want my money

I don’t give a damn, I ride pass them in Lamb’

I don’t give a fuck about them

Say, these bitches want my money

I be selling grams, I be serving hand to hand

Got that mami taking chance