MONEY (REMIX)

(SageTheCreator) Money money money money money money yeah that's it Money money money money money money yeah that's it Money money money money money money got the racks on me Money money money money money money got the racks on me Yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy Yea she want me Honey honey honey honey honey Yea she calling Put in on fast track mode I'm speeding it up and I'm Counting real fast I'm chilling in Rasta mode I'm popping these tags I'm dripping on Travs I'm balling like Sicko mode (what) Shawty be calling and texting and tripping I don't give a f*ck no more (f*ck) Don't ever call no more Shawty been snooping and tripping and and watching my snaps after i left her on seen I just be counting my money and chilling and balling and sipping my lean Shawty don't know She don't know just how it goes Getting my racks like you know Getting the stacks on the go go o Moneymoney moneymoneymoney money Moneymoney moneymoney i Got it on me Moneymoney moneymoneymoney money Moneymoney moneymoney yeah I Got it on me Money money money money money money yeah that's it Money money money money money money yeah that's it Money money money money money money got the racks on me Money money money money money money got the racks on me I'm trying to take this big booty ass chick out on a date No I can't lie I'm trying to take all of this back to my place She saying shit like if you're pulling up boy don't be late I'm smiling back I'm thinking what's your name? Mary or Kate I'm at your estate baby you know that I promise by 8 And if I'm being honest through the whole day I ain't ate It's time to run up the cheddar I tell her you could do better Stay at the top ain't no beta stacking up paper because we know better I like this girl I'm gon' get her she only come after paper Yves saint lauren on my sweater my louboutin too they be looking more redder Money money money that's all she want from me Money money money make a nigga funny Make a bitch a dummy that's about that money Money money money gotta have it on me Money money only on my mind bro what the f*ck I got two hoes on my speed dial yeah they wanna f*ck Lost a couple many last year had to run it up Had to stack it up I'm back on the bag and I'm taking my time Patek On my wrist ice on my teeth Gucci my feet you feeling my shit She wanna f*ck with all of my G's that is not me Putting my song on repeat putting my song on repeat You know my G's just pushing the P yeah She climbing my dick like she Spiderman she spraying on me like a fireman Niggas be asking for beef they coming for me but yeah I expire them AK-40 on my left hand if I see an opp then it's fireworks How come they hate on me back in the days I used to inspire them Had to get the bag and stay low Cause these niggas watching never switching sides for no hoe I'm only switching Netflix I be fucking verified Hoes cause my dick expensive yeah That's why I'mtalking reckless