She think that I need her but I don't
She just a hoe I get the cheeks and flee the zone
She can't believe the money trees and how they've grown up figures got composure
Tryna hit it in the back of the Benz like bae this ain't no sofa
2 AM on the 401 faded the big body ain't no roadster
150 the way that I'm driving surprised I ain't get pulled over
Like what's in this soda
Not feeling how I'm supposed to
Money one hell of a drug but it got me missing the old you
Yah my style on fleek properly playing you properly aiming for gold
Got goals and you know I got hoes know you don't wanna go toe to toe
I'm packing a blicky and smoking you dawg if you blocking my road
I know if I play them my shit universal will want me to sell my soul
I know I could do it but why would I do I'd be selling myself short of my goals
I want grammys and checks and to flex on my ex with a bitch who is bad to the bone
I know they ain't liking me yet
No sweat
Finna be up next
She think that I need her but I don't
She just a hoe I get the cheeks and flee the zone
She can't believe the money trees and how they've grown up figures got composure
Tryna hit it in the back of the Benz like bae this ain't no sofa
2 AM on the 401 faded the big body ain't no roadster
150 the way that I'm driving surprised I ain't get pulled over
Like what's in this soda
Not feeling how I'm supposed to
Money one hell of a drug but it got me missing the old you
Chanel on her bag
Moncler on my coat
Froze my wrist like zero below,
Saying the real scheme on the low
And my bitch so bad, she be driving the boat
Two twin Glocks this Zack and this Cody
You not my fam why you calling me Brodie
Say that you riding Fr better show me
Might f*ck up the v feel asleep off the codeine
All in her sheets and I don't even know her
Stars in the wraith I ain't wish on no clover
I broke her heart her heart got colder
Money my favourite drug and I'm not sober
For real
If it's war time imma go call up my soldiers to drill yea
She think that I need her but I don't
She just a hoe I get the cheeks and flee the zone
She can't believe the money trees and how they've grown up figures got composure
Tryna hit it in the back of the Benz like bae this ain't no sofa
2 AM on the 401 faded the big body ain't no roadster
150 the way that I'm driving surprised I ain't get pulled over
Like what's in this soda
Not feeling how I'm supposed to
Money one hell of a drug but it got me missing the old you
Money Trees (feat. Young Kasho & Dior) Video (MV)
Performed By: Youngboyjay
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Max Taylor, Quinton Canaran, Jaydon Troke
Youngboyjay - Money Trees (feat. Young Kasho & Dior) Lyrics
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She think that I need her but I don't
She just a hoe I get the cheeks and flee the zone
She can't believe the money trees and how they've grown up figures got composure
Tryna hit it in the back of the Benz like bae this ain't no sofa
2 AM on the 401 faded the big body ain't no roadster
150 the way that I'm driving surprised I ain't get pulled over
Like what's in this soda
Not feeling how I'm supposed to
Money one hell of a drug but it got me missing the old you
Yah my style on fleek properly playing you properly aiming for gold
Got goals and you know I got hoes know you don't wanna go toe to toe
I'm packing a blicky and smoking you dawg if you blocking my road
I know if I play them my shit universal will want me to sell my soul
I know I could do it but why would I do I'd be selling myself short of my goals
I want grammys and checks and to flex on my ex with a bitch who is bad to the bone
I know they ain't liking me yet
No sweat
Finna be up next
She think that I need her but I don't
She just a hoe I get the cheeks and flee the zone
She can't believe the money trees and how they've grown up figures got composure
Tryna hit it in the back of the Benz like bae this ain't no sofa
2 AM on the 401 faded the big body ain't no roadster
150 the way that I'm driving surprised I ain't get pulled over
Like what's in this soda
Not feeling how I'm supposed to
Money one hell of a drug but it got me missing the old you
Chanel on her bag
Moncler on my coat
Froze my wrist like zero below,
Saying the real scheme on the low
And my bitch so bad, she be driving the boat
Two twin Glocks this Zack and this Cody
You not my fam why you calling me Brodie
Say that you riding Fr better show me
Might f*ck up the v feel asleep off the codeine
All in her sheets and I don't even know her
Stars in the wraith I ain't wish on no clover
I broke her heart her heart got colder
Money my favourite drug and I'm not sober
For real
If it's war time imma go call up my soldiers to drill yea
She think that I need her but I don't
She just a hoe I get the cheeks and flee the zone
She can't believe the money trees and how they've grown up figures got composure
Tryna hit it in the back of the Benz like bae this ain't no sofa
2 AM on the 401 faded the big body ain't no roadster
150 the way that I'm driving surprised I ain't get pulled over
Like what's in this soda
Not feeling how I'm supposed to
Money one hell of a drug but it got me missing the old you
She just a hoe I get the cheeks and flee the zone
She can't believe the money trees and how they've grown up figures got composure
Tryna hit it in the back of the Benz like bae this ain't no sofa
2 AM on the 401 faded the big body ain't no roadster
150 the way that I'm driving surprised I ain't get pulled over
Like what's in this soda
Not feeling how I'm supposed to
Money one hell of a drug but it got me missing the old you
Yah my style on fleek properly playing you properly aiming for gold
Got goals and you know I got hoes know you don't wanna go toe to toe
I'm packing a blicky and smoking you dawg if you blocking my road
I know if I play them my shit universal will want me to sell my soul
I know I could do it but why would I do I'd be selling myself short of my goals
I want grammys and checks and to flex on my ex with a bitch who is bad to the bone
I know they ain't liking me yet
No sweat
Finna be up next
She think that I need her but I don't
She just a hoe I get the cheeks and flee the zone
She can't believe the money trees and how they've grown up figures got composure
Tryna hit it in the back of the Benz like bae this ain't no sofa
2 AM on the 401 faded the big body ain't no roadster
150 the way that I'm driving surprised I ain't get pulled over
Like what's in this soda
Not feeling how I'm supposed to
Money one hell of a drug but it got me missing the old you
Chanel on her bag
Moncler on my coat
Froze my wrist like zero below,
Saying the real scheme on the low
And my bitch so bad, she be driving the boat
Two twin Glocks this Zack and this Cody
You not my fam why you calling me Brodie
Say that you riding Fr better show me
Might f*ck up the v feel asleep off the codeine
All in her sheets and I don't even know her
Stars in the wraith I ain't wish on no clover
I broke her heart her heart got colder
Money my favourite drug and I'm not sober
For real
If it's war time imma go call up my soldiers to drill yea
She think that I need her but I don't
She just a hoe I get the cheeks and flee the zone
She can't believe the money trees and how they've grown up figures got composure
Tryna hit it in the back of the Benz like bae this ain't no sofa
2 AM on the 401 faded the big body ain't no roadster
150 the way that I'm driving surprised I ain't get pulled over
Like what's in this soda
Not feeling how I'm supposed to
Money one hell of a drug but it got me missing the old you
Writer: Max Taylor, Quinton Canaran, Jaydon Troke
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid