Money On Money (feat. Future) Lyrics

Wheezy outta here (808 Mafia)
The Wagster, turn me up some
Yeah, okay

Money on money, these millions, you dig? I'm spendin' this sh- on my - and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz, this mo- pink slip, -, no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These - tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend

Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it
- this lil' - last night and this mornin', but I don't know the name of her
She told that - she don't know nothin' about him, and it - his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my -, the same mud

Mama, you a - (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)
Drinkin' 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've been puttin' on ever since beepers (no kizzy)

- me good the first day, a - might keep her (- a - good)
Blowin' money fast like a -in' cheetah (mm, that's good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas (ah, yeah, yeah)
Bugatti, Spyder, whippin' that - from the side

Money on money, these millions, you dig? I'm spendin this - on my - and my kids (puttin' - up for my kids)
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz, this mo- pink slip, -, no rent (no rent, ya dig?)
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin (hah)
These - tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend (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)
- this lil' - last night and this mornin', but I don't know the name of her (what's her name?)
She told that -, she don't know nothin' about him, and it -ed his fame up (haha)
We want the same mud, not the green, my -, the same mud

You identify my - with APs
She ain't got a AP, she is not mine, you cold, he cold
She belong to the streets (ski)

Uh-huh, spoiled lil' -, went Patek (huh)
Rose gold snake, she a baddie (uh-huh), transport foreign, go slatty (uh-huh)
Doggin' out a - like Shaggy (beep), coulda went Spec', went with Caddy (ah)
Pull up with the cutter, we ready (yeah), -ed a opp -, I'm petty (ah)

Iced out bolognese spaghetti (yeah), first off, gotta go baguettie (slime)
Talk less, do more spinnin' (yeah), walk down, -'ll get drenchy (ooh)
Turnt the whole city up litty (skrrt), bad - coulda went viddy (wow)
Savage, 21 killers (brrt), Brabus, ridin' with your sister, huh

Dawg- -, you a -, ay, bruh turn cop, new body, uh
Twin, you a rat, you smoked, uh, shoot 'em in the head, you the GOAT, uh
Coulda went fed, went broke, uh, trap - livin' out the ocean, yeah
The Phantom, the Rolls, I don't know, the eaters go everywhere I go (uh-ah)

Money on money, these millions, you dig? I'm spendin' this sh- on my - and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz, this mo- pink slip, -, no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These - tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend

Uh, drop-top Rolls-Royce, I don't know the kind, I don't know the name of it
- this lil' - last night and this mornin', but I don't know the name of her
She told that -, she don't know nothin' about him, and it -ed his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my -, the same mud