MONEY I LOVE IT

They know I gotta go when the street calls
Enjoy the air on the block, every breath
Believe me, I never wanna leave from here
They know I gotta go when the street calls
Enjoy the air on the block, every breath
Believe me, I never wanna leave from here

Big Stepper (Gang), Big Moves (Gang)
Hitmaker (Gang), Big Money (Gang)
No cap (Gang), screw rappers (Gang)
Real trapper (Gang), I shoot (Gang)
Like a G, chilling in the VIP with joggers
I'm Jamaican like Vybz Kartel and BIG (Batty-Boy)
G-G-Gene dominant (Yeah), giving her powerful backshots (Big)
Undercovers on my block, see the dogs lurking (Fuck Police)
Pitties are barking, but no one messes with HoodBlaq (Yeah)
Yeah, I catch you in the evening and your family is mourning

Big-Man-Ting, pull out the gun and shoot (Yeah)
Please don't talk to me too much, keep your distance (Yeah)
Big-Man-Ting, pull out the gun and shoot (Yeah)
Yeah, they're coming now, 'cause money makes it interesting (Yeah)

Dior sweater and a nine in my pocket (Yeah)
In the circle, only ballers, that money, I love it (Woah)
Pour cup after cup and build myself a rocket (Yeah, yeah)
I step on stage and the fans start a moshpit (Gang-Shit)
Dior sweater and a nine in my pocket (Yeah)
In the circle, only ballers, that money, I love it (Woah)
Pour cup after cup and build myself a rocket (Yeah, yeah)
I step on stage and the fans start a moshpit (Gang-Shit)

Your girl is a thottie, goes on her knees, takes it deep (Little Bitch)
She says she cuddles with him (Gang), but likes to f*ck with G's (Ah)
She steps into the crib and gets wet just from a glance
Bad B, turn around, shake your big butt for the big boys (Bow)
I got skills (Yeah), she notices (Yeah), she likes it (Yeah)
I make buds, live dangerously in my bando (Bando)
Smoke Cali without tobacco, the b*tch annoys when she works
In the bando only with Xabat, run for family and La3ak (Bow, bow)
Double cup mix is pink
She wants a ring from me (B*tch)
Her sister wants a child from me (Gang)
The best friend asks me how I find her
I give a sprint as fast as the wind
I'm out of there, back in the trap (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
F*ck hoes, real G's prefer to chase racks
3.5 in my pack (Gang)

Dior sweater and a nine in my pocket (Yeah)
In the circle, only ballers, that money, I love it (Woah)
Pour cup after cup and build myself a rocket (Yeah, yeah)
I step on stage and the fans start a moshpit (Gang-Shit)
Dior sweater and a nine in my pocket (Yeah)
In the circle, only ballers, that money, I love it (Woah)
Pour cup after cup and build myself a rocket (Yeah, yeah)
I step on stage and the fans start a moshpit (Gang-Shit)

Dior sweater and a nine in my pocket (Yeah)
In the circle, only ballers, that money, I love it (Woah)
Pour cup after cup and build myself a rocket (Yeah, yeah)
I step on stage and the fans start a moshpit (Gang-Shit)