Ari B - With This Money (feat. Tru) Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Ari B
What imma do with all this money (What imma do)
What imma do with all this money (What imma do, what imma do)
With this money, dooooo, with this money
Shit, gang

What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
Guess I go spend some cash and go flex on they ass
I heard I got'em hating on me, its a must I make'em mad
What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
Guess I go spend some cash, drop a bag on they ass
I heard they say they getting money, I ain't seeing none of that

Ari B
Only problem I have in the morning, is where imma blow it
They be flexing and bragging and shit, but me, imma show it
They wanna know how I get it
It's a lot of people nosey
I only f*ck with the real, no I don't f*ck with the phony
If she saying she the hottest, then I'm guessing I'm the coldest
CEO of my label, I carry it on my shoulders
Im just doing what I posed to, want all my people to eat
Want my people to succeed, got too much money on me
What imma do
What imma, what imma do
Don't gotta, don't gotta clue
What imma, what imma do
What imma do, what imma do, aye

What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
Guess I go spend some cash and go flex on they ass
I heard I got'em hating on me, its a must I make'em mad
What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
Guess I go spend some cash, drop a bag on they ass
I heard they say they getting money, I ain't seeing none of that

Truskii, Truskii
Imma spend this money, imma defend this money
I gotta family to feed, and they depending on me
Feeling like Day-Day, cause everyday's a payday
If you ain't getting money please stay up outta my face
I been the shit since Myspace, even way before that
Been hustling since throwbacks, my whole city know that
I got project babies with me and I ain't talking Kodak
I got my foot on n****s necks, I treat'em like a door mat
In front of these n****s, no, I ain't got time to look back
Ion like to chit chat, I spend to get it right back
And these n****s don't like that
At least thats what I'm told
What imma do with all this money, shit Ion even know, woah

What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
Guess I go spend some cash and go flex on they ass
I heard I got'em hating on me, its a must I make'em mad
What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
What imma do with all this money
Guess I go spend some cash, drop a bag on they ass
I heard they say they getting money, I ain't seeing none of that