Young Nudy Money Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm doin' good now, ya' feel me, I'm doin' good
Don't-don't just think that a nigga like dumb as f*ck now
I ain't no dumbass nigga now, they can say whatever the f*ck they wanna say, ya' feel me
I can go head and drop this shit on tape and have a teacher, principal panties gettin' wet, they wanna suck a young nigga dick, ya' hear me
I'm ain't playin', I'm tellin' the truth
Ooh-wee, look what that money make a bitch do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm like "Yo, wassup P" (Wassup P), what be goin' on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like "Yo, wassup P" (Wassup P), what the f*ck goin' on (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
[Verse 1]
I seen niggas mad, mad, 'cause money can't make me (can't break me)
I might do a lot of shit but never will be a hater (Nigga)
If you know 'bout me, I wake up and get paper (Nigga)
If you know 'bout me, my favorite is rollin' a flavor (Rollin' them flavors)
I be countin' different colors on you haters (On you haters)
Got them frames on, told 'em I'll see 'em later (I'll see you later)
Got they frame on pull up with the blazers (With the blazers)
Make her take some, ridin' round with them takers

[Chorus]
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
(You know I spend my money, on mine nigga, yeah)
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account

[Verse 2]
Nigga might flash it, nigga might blast it, I got shooters that crash (That crash)
On my side, like my gun, on my side (It's on my side)
Nigga, I'm grindin' tryna go get it, I just want more millions (More millions)
Want more millions, want more millions, stack my shit to the ceilin' (To the ceilin')
150 for a show, damn I won't getting five a month (Damn I won't getting five a month)
Damn y'all niggas never know, that I hit [?]
Nigga better put it on they momma, they wanna be like me, no wonder
I got too much money, too many comma
Runnin' right through it nigga you under
Yeah, under my feet, I step on niggas and I step in Louie's
I and walk around with fifties on me, all blues
Niggas talkin' this and that but nigga don't have no clue (He ain't have no clue)
What this money do, I'll make your bitch come through
[Chorus]
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account