Kidd Keo - M.O.N.E.Y Lyrics

Yeah, money
I want money all day and weed, drugs (What?)
Just money and bitches, money, ayy
Woo, woo, woo, woo, yeah

All we here for the money
Yes, we here for the money, ayy
Bad bitches on the lobby, ayy
Turned up in the party, ayy
Yeah, I'ma show you what a boy do, ayy
Get money for the whole crew, ayy
Got the money, roll, Scooby-Doo
It's for the money, put it in the news, ayy

All I see is dollar signs
I've been on my mind, this shit is why I got no time
Ayy, so my life is a grand
Hustlin' for the money, I'ma get it like it's none
Like an old trick, I'ma get back to my dog shit
Hit you from the back and you'll be screaming like a dog, bitch
I'm a nasty boy, I got all the money, all checks
Making my clothes with my mama, think I sell bricks
And we goin' to the top
Millions on my mind and a 'rrari on the track
Yeah, all roosted, all thugged
Twerking that ass on a Rover in the back
Like trapped, make it nasty on the backseat
Ayy, we stop about the traffic
Trapped, make it nasty on the backseat
Ayy, we stop about the traffic
Family on Canada, we came from Spain
Swervin' on London 'cause we movin' everywhere
Call me young foreign, bitch I came from Spain
Hustlin' for the money and smokin' Mary Jane
And Kidd Keo is the name

All we here for the money
Yes, we here for the money, ayy
Bad bitches on the lobby, ayy
Turned up in the party, ayy
Yeah, I'ma show you what a boy do, ayy
Get money for the whole crew, ayy
Got the money, roll, Scooby-Doo
It's for the money, put it in the news, ayy

Verse two, you hear me boy, guess who
Is f*cking your girl?, you're a damn fool
Bitch want the coolest in the same room
Switching on these bitches with the same true
Okay, let me drink-drink so codeine
I'ma hear a lot like this shit is for fame
I'm a do my thang, in the shadows like no name
Yes, we on Spain, we gon' end up with the whole cake
Ayy, and I keep it on my level
White bandana or red like a devil
Yeah, full gas on the pedal
I'ma get money like a mothaf*ckin' Melo
Pussy is so good, it tastes like caramelo
Playing with my balls in the car like Freddo
In the car like Freddo
Click-clack-bang You're dead until your fellow
Ass like Clinton, I touch her like ding-dong
She bounce that ass like ping-pong
My eyes faded like Cheech & Chong
Making clothes I'm the next, Louis, Prada, Channel
In the streets now I'm flex
We go to the top full of stacks
Yeah, and Kidd Keo is the name