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Money Lyrics by 22nd Jim & Babyface Ray, music has been produced by Reece Beats, and Money song lyrics are penned down by 22nd Jim & Babyface Ray.

Money Lyrics

You know we sippin’, we ain’t never trippin’, ni**a
Yeah
This what that money sound like
This what that money sound like
Got my ni**a Jim in this motherf*cker with me
(Reece, take ’em to church)
This what that money sound like

Ayy, money talkin’, bullshit walkin’, my neck a faucet (For real)
Narcs came, jumped out, sprinted, and then I tossed it (Gone)
I can’t speak down on a ni**a, ’cause I was starvin’ (Uh-uh)
I remember shit was a dream and now we bosses (Boss)
Ayy, popped a bean, I lost it, treat the trap just like an office
Play with me, we chalk ’em, I heard ni**as gettin’ extorted (I heard)
Five-hour flight, break a stick before I board it (Xanny)
Shoebox stackin’, I been livin’ like a hoarder (Shoebox stackin’)
Condo off the water, city view (City view)
Call me Face Mob, make it happen, ni**a, who is you? (Who?)
Twenty-eight inches mounted on it, ni**a, hula hoop (Skrrt)
Me and bro, huh, Steph, Klay, he a shooter too (Yeah)

This what that money sound like
60K on the wrist, I tell them ni**as keep up
I can’t hide it, I tried, ni**as know that I’m up
This what that money sound like
Got this shit out the trenches, I got this shit out the mud
Turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
This what that money sound like
Ni**a got this shit out the mud
Ain’t shit to it but to do it, get this motherf*ckin’ paper, ni**a
This what that money sound like, yeah
Got this shit out the trenches, I got this shit out the mud
Turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
This what that money sound like

Yeah, this what that pape’ do
Diamonds hit behind the tint, I’m in a space coupe
Keep the baddest hoes’ attention when I break through
And that lil’ hundred wasn’t nothin’, had to make two
Ni**as talk it, know that I walk it, really in motion
Sippin’ drank mixed with the Tesla my favorite potion
Ni**as closed the door on us, Face, and we kicked it open
Know this shit get deep for a ni**a, deep as the ocean
Count up twenties, hundreds, fifties, love to count it up by hand
Started out without a dollar, had a million-dollar plan
Ran it up from trappin’ bags, state-to-state, I make ’em land
Wavy Gang to 22nd, we the ni**as in our bags

60K on the wrist, I tell them ni**as keep up
I can’t hide it, I tried, ni**as know that I’m up
This what that money sound like
Got this shit out the trenches, I got this shit out the mud
Turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
This what that money sound like
Ni**a got this shit out the mud
Ain’t shit to it but to do it, get this motherf*ckin’ paper, ni**a
This what that money sound like, yeah
60K on the wrist, I tell them ni**as keep up
I can’t hide it, I tried, ni**as know that I’m up
This what that money sound like
Got this shit out the trenches, I got this shit out the mud
Turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
This what that money sound like


SONG INFO:

Song: Money
Artist: 22nd Jim & Babyface Ray
Music: Reece Beats
Lyrics: 22nd Jim & Babyface Ray


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