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Performed By: Rich Homie Quan
Length: 2:18
Written by: Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Nikko




Rich Homie Quan - Money Lyrics
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(Nikko, let me get a hit)

Y'all niggas better be glad
I ain't got that money counter in the booth with me, nigga
You know what I'm saying?
I swear to God, I'll run through a million cash, nigga
In, like, five minutes (yeah)

Money gon' love me, and I'm gon' love it
Money gon' be there, always for me
Money gon' save me, hold it in my other hand
Money get insecure, put it in a rubber band
You know we getting money, money, money, money, money
You know we save money, money, money, money, money
You know we got money, money, money, money, money
Got a whole lot of money, money, money, money, money

Mold on that money, still dug in the backyard
Dog get to barking, if you close we gone catch ya
Got some bullets that'll go through you with or without the vest on
I don't want to have to leave your shirt with a mess on it
I was still mad at you after I went to sleep and slept on it
Go down on that dick, baby, I want you to make a mess on it
Number two pencil, bae, like that wood you can test on me
You know money come with Rich Homie
I diamond your bezel, that money got you a new Range
That money didn't change me, without a lie staying the same
Money got me booked 'cross the country, all on them planes
Why would I disrespect that money when it keep me paid?

Money gon' love me, and I'm gon' love it
Money gon' be there, always for me
Money gon' save me, hold it in my other hand
Money get insecure, put it in a rubber band
You know we getting money, money, money, money, money
You know we save money, money, money, money, money
You know we got money, money, money, money, money
Got a whole lot of money, money, money, money, money

I was still mad at you after I went to sleep and slept on it
Go down on that dick, baby, I want you to make a mess on it
Number two pencil, bae, like that wood you can test on me
You know money come with Rich Homie
You know money come with Rich Homie

Money, money, money, money, money
You know we getting money, money, money, money, money
You know we got money, money, money, money, money
Got a whole lot of money, money, money, money, money
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(Nikko, let me get a hit)

Y'all niggas better be glad
I ain't got that money counter in the booth with me, nigga
You know what I'm saying?
I swear to God, I'll run through a million cash, nigga
In, like, five minutes (yeah)

Money gon' love me, and I'm gon' love it
Money gon' be there, always for me
Money gon' save me, hold it in my other hand
Money get insecure, put it in a rubber band
You know we getting money, money, money, money, money
You know we save money, money, money, money, money
You know we got money, money, money, money, money
Got a whole lot of money, money, money, money, money

Mold on that money, still dug in the backyard
Dog get to barking, if you close we gone catch ya
Got some bullets that'll go through you with or without the vest on
I don't want to have to leave your shirt with a mess on it
I was still mad at you after I went to sleep and slept on it
Go down on that dick, baby, I want you to make a mess on it
Number two pencil, bae, like that wood you can test on me
You know money come with Rich Homie
I diamond your bezel, that money got you a new Range
That money didn't change me, without a lie staying the same
Money got me booked 'cross the country, all on them planes
Why would I disrespect that money when it keep me paid?

Money gon' love me, and I'm gon' love it
Money gon' be there, always for me
Money gon' save me, hold it in my other hand
Money get insecure, put it in a rubber band
You know we getting money, money, money, money, money
You know we save money, money, money, money, money
You know we got money, money, money, money, money
Got a whole lot of money, money, money, money, money

I was still mad at you after I went to sleep and slept on it
Go down on that dick, baby, I want you to make a mess on it
Number two pencil, bae, like that wood you can test on me
You know money come with Rich Homie
You know money come with Rich Homie

Money, money, money, money, money
You know we getting money, money, money, money, money
You know we got money, money, money, money, money
Got a whole lot of money, money, money, money, money
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Writer: Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Nikko
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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