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Money Video (MV)




Performed By: B.Hudson
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Brandon Hudson




B.Hudson - Money Lyrics




Ain't no money where we headed but make money money
Make money money money
Take from me from me, take from me from me from me
But I let em my fault puttin holes in the drywall
Have you ever had somebody that you'd die for spirit so beautiful
Make these other bitches eye sores
Ride for, you till the wheels go, die for kill for you so the real know
Highs, lows come when the lows come we grow like no one stressed
Got Cali weed for that
Throw it back and look at how we got to where we at
Only ones ain't try to stop us that's a scary fact
Imma marry that, and anybody tryna stop us Imma bury that
They don't want us makin money and to be together
Thought of bein lonely haunt me so I'm bein better
Let us pray about it

Ain't no money where we headed but, make money money
Make money money money
Shake dummy dummies, shake dummy dummy dummies
The devil come in disguises with surprises
I used to see all of this on the horizon
Fast forward five years later baby we thrivin
I'm dyin to get to know you better everyday
They'd prolly lock me up in an asylum if you went away
Ain't know how to say this took it to pen and paper
And I was out of my wits willin to pay for
Any of the costs paid em all to be the boss
And you a boss lady you deserve to floss crazy
Don't feel sorry for these lame hoes focus on ya bankroll
How the sun shine everyday and it rain more
Proof that after the storm it's a rainbow when the last time somebody said
How's it goin and ya said
Same ol (Hmm)
Never that

Ain't no money where we headed but, make money money
Make money money money
Pray for me for me, pray for me for me for me
Till the motha (Ahh) wheels fall off
Till the hills on top
Till I'm in the hills will not stop
Pop pills but the pills won't pop
Light joints but the weed won't smoke
Tell em we need more, tell em we want more
Mo money money, mo money money money
Mo problems it's alright it's called life
Funny how it always come from the broad side
Never really thought about it from a broad's side
When I did was like ooh (Shh) frostbite
I'm in it rawhide
Now we comin from a boss side
Never off sides just ahead of the game and not ahead of our self
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Ain't no money where we headed but make money money
Make money money money
Take from me from me, take from me from me from me
But I let em my fault puttin holes in the drywall
Have you ever had somebody that you'd die for spirit so beautiful
Make these other bitches eye sores
Ride for, you till the wheels go, die for kill for you so the real know
Highs, lows come when the lows come we grow like no one stressed
Got Cali weed for that
Throw it back and look at how we got to where we at
Only ones ain't try to stop us that's a scary fact
Imma marry that, and anybody tryna stop us Imma bury that
They don't want us makin money and to be together
Thought of bein lonely haunt me so I'm bein better
Let us pray about it

Ain't no money where we headed but, make money money
Make money money money
Shake dummy dummies, shake dummy dummy dummies
The devil come in disguises with surprises
I used to see all of this on the horizon
Fast forward five years later baby we thrivin
I'm dyin to get to know you better everyday
They'd prolly lock me up in an asylum if you went away
Ain't know how to say this took it to pen and paper
And I was out of my wits willin to pay for
Any of the costs paid em all to be the boss
And you a boss lady you deserve to floss crazy
Don't feel sorry for these lame hoes focus on ya bankroll
How the sun shine everyday and it rain more
Proof that after the storm it's a rainbow when the last time somebody said
How's it goin and ya said
Same ol (Hmm)
Never that

Ain't no money where we headed but, make money money
Make money money money
Pray for me for me, pray for me for me for me
Till the motha (Ahh) wheels fall off
Till the hills on top
Till I'm in the hills will not stop
Pop pills but the pills won't pop
Light joints but the weed won't smoke
Tell em we need more, tell em we want more
Mo money money, mo money money money
Mo problems it's alright it's called life
Funny how it always come from the broad side
Never really thought about it from a broad's side
When I did was like ooh (Shh) frostbite
I'm in it rawhide
Now we comin from a boss side
Never off sides just ahead of the game and not ahead of our self
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Writer: Brandon Hudson
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