Young Thug Money On Money (feat. Future)
[Intro: Young Thug]
(Wheezy outta here)
(808 Mafia)
The Wagster, turn me up some
Yeah, okay
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, you dig?
I'm spendin' this shit on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These f..ck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friends
Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this mornin', but I don't know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nothin' about him, and it f..cked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Mama, you a thot (Uh)
I don't want shots (Uh)
Brother, you a rat (My brother)
Twin, you a pack (Twin)
Runnin' through Saks (Hey)
Louis V slacks (Louis)
Hermès trench (Hermès)
Swimmin' pool heated (Ooh)
Yeah, she ain't tryna eat it (She ain't tryna what?)
Shawty, you can beat it (Beast)
Drink two-liter, ride a two-seater (Uh, uh), ridin' with a eater (Beast)
Callin' me papi, I'm callin' her mami and señorita (Uh, yeah, all of it)
I ain't bein' cocky, but I been puttin' on ever since beepers (No kizzy)
Fuck me good the first day, a nigga might keep her (Fuck a nigga good)
Blowin' money fast like a f..ckin' cheetah (Mm, that's good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas (Ah, yeah, yeah)
Bugatti Spyder, whippin' that bitch from the side
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, you dig?
I'm spendin this shit on my bitch and my kids (Puttin' shit up for my kids)
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent (No rent, nigga)
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin (Hah)
These f..ck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friends (On God)
Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it (I don't know the name of it)
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this mornin' but I don't know the name of her (What's her name?)
She told that pussy, she don't know nothin' about him, and it f..cked his fame up (Haha)
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
[Interlude: Future & Young Thug]
You identify my bitches with APs
She ain't got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belong to the streets (Ski)
[Verse 2: Future & Young Thug]
Uh-huh, spoiled lil' bitch wearin' a Patek (Huh)
Rose gold snake, she a baddie (Uh-huh)
Transport foreign, go slatty (Uh-huh)
Doggin' out a ho like Shaggy (Beep)
Could've went Spec', went with Caddy (Ah)
Pull up with the cutter, we ready (Yeah)
Fucked a opp bitch, I'm petty (Ah)
Iced out bolognese spaghetti (Yeah)
First off gotta go baguettie (Slime)
Talk less, do more spinnin' (Yeah)
Walk down, shit'll get drenchy (Ooh)
Turnt the whole city up litty (Skrrt)
Bad bitch could've went viddy (Wow)
Savage, 21 killers (Brr)
Brat bitch ridin' with her sister, huh
Dog-ass ho, you a thotty, ayy
Bruh turn cop, new body, uh
Twin, you a rat, you smoked, uh
Shoot 'em in the head, you the GOAT, uh
Could've went fed, went broke, uh
Trap nigga livin' out the ocean, yeah
The Phantom, the Rolls, I don't know
The eaters go wherever I go (Uh-ah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, you dig?
I'm spendin' this shit on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These f..ck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friends
Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this mornin', but I don't know the name of her
She told that pussy, she don't know nothin' about him, and it f..cked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
