Money Video (MV)

I'm doin' good now, ya' feel me, I'm doin' good now
Don't-don't just think like a nigga like dumb as f*ck now
I ain't no dumbass nigga now
They can say whatever the f*ck they wanna say, ya' feel me
I go in there and drop this shit on the table
And have the teacher-principal panties gettin' wet
Make her wanna suck a young nigga dick, ya' hear me
I ain't playin', I'm tellin' the truth
Ooh-wee, look what that money make a bitch do
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm like "Yo, wassup P" (wassup P)
What be goin' on
I'm like "Yo, wassup P" (wassup P)
What the f*ck goin' on
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

I seen niggas mad, mad, 'cause money didn't make me, can't break me (nah)
I might do a lot of shit but never will be a hater, nigga
If you know 'bout me, I wake up and get paper, nigga (get paper)
If you know 'bout me, my favorite is rollin' a flavor (rollin' them flavors, yeah)
I be countin' different colors on you haters (on you haters)
Stunna frames on, told 'em I'll see 'em later (I'll see you later)
Got they frame on, pull up with the blazers (with the blazers)
Make her take some', ridin' round with them takers

Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
(You know I spend my money, on mine, nigga, yeah)
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account
Yeah, I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account

Nigga might flash it, nigga might blast it
I got shooters that crash (they'll crash)
On my side, like my gun, on my side (it's on my side)
Nigga, I'm grindin' tryna go get it, I just want more millions (more millions)
Want more millions, want more millions
Stack my shit to the ceilin' (to the ceilin')
Hundred-fifty for a show
Damn, I was gettin' five a month (damn, I was gettin' five a month)
Damn, you niggas never know, thought I was a one hit wonder? (Damn)
Nigga better put it on they mama, nigga wanna be like me, no wonder (no wonder)
I got too much money, too much commas
Runnin' right through it, nigga, you under (you under me)
Yeah, under my feet, I step on niggas and I step in Lou's
And I walk around with fifties on me, nothin' but blues (nothin' but blues)
Niggas talkin' this and that but nigga don't have no clue (he ain't have no clue)
What this money do, I'll make your bitch come through (I'm in there)

Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account
Yeah, I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account
I'm tryna break my bank account, I'm tryna break my bank account