Lil Herb x Hollow x Lil Smoke “Money” by G Herbo Lyrics
[Chorus (Lil Herb)]
Money, guns, cars, clothes, don’t forget the bitches
Cop them books, by the low
I don’t miss a shipment
All I know, is get dough
Yeah I love my riches, and it with my niggas
Did I forget to mention? (x2)
[Lil Herb]
Cars, clothes (yup), money, ho’s, Herbo love em’ all (yup)
Jumping through the Gucci store, Herbo love to ball (swish!)
Bitches want a autograph when I hit the mall (what?)
Sorry shorty, but I don’t sign (what?) that shit at all (nah)
But you can take my land line if you dropping draws (yup)
My dogs shoving dick (L’s) and balls all through her walls (L’s)
And I don’t want no type of parts, I brought her for squad (gang!)
I’ll have my bitches bring a broad, let’s have a ménage
Just left the booth, I’m working hard
Bitch where my massage?
I’m tryna stunt some of the R’s parked in the garage (nyooom!)
I ride with thirties in the car, can’t catch me off guard (pop! pop!)
Run up on me, imma spark
Take that to the heart (pop! pop!)
[Chorus (Lil Herb)]
Money, guns, cars, clothes, don’t forget the bitches
Cop them books, by the low
I don’t miss a shipment
All I know, is get dough
Yeah I love my riches, and it with my niggas
Did I forget to mention? (x2)
[Hollow]
(Yeah)
If it ain’t Gucci, than it’s Louis (damn!)
Im in Louis, so I’m Gucci (damn!)
So many .30 clips, I’ll hit your block and make a movie (ahh haaa!)
The feds wanna do me, plus the opps, wanna shoot me
But they can’t (why not??!), sticking to the G-code like Juvie (lets do it!)
It’s Hollow bitch remember me?
8 chains, Mr. T
Let the bitch hit the drank, but can’t touch my Swisher Sweet
They say that boy daily, drive by in the Chevy
D-Eagles bang heavy (like what?), like Meth Man on Belly (damn!)
Call Pablo for them large grams (large grams)
We filling up the Dodge Rams (Dodge Rams)
Chicago, where they Kill, carjack, and do fraud scams (kill, carjack, and do fraud scams) (what I’m saying!)
Wake up, ate something, early and that late money
My bitch, say I need to take a break (why?), I just make money (damn!)
[Chorus (Lil Herb)]
Money, guns, cars, clothes, don’t forget the bitches
Cop them books, by the low
I don’t miss a shipment
All I know, is get dough
Yeah I love my riches, and it with my niggas
Did I forget to mention? (x2)
[Lil Smoke]
(Let’s get it)
Through the streets of the city, my niggas waillin, they toting Glocks (bahh)
Thotties getting slutty, or wifey be posted on the block
Bought a crib, just to use the kitchen stove and whip the pot (that’s it)
Grip the Glock, talking stupid, hollow tips will chip his top (brahh!)
Foreigns pulling out the lot, I’m posted steel on the 8 block (The 8)
Lil’ Marley, and a cut five, and a blunt wait till the tape drop
Ride off with the rakes dropped, Im getting top if her faced popped
Im on the 9, Im on the grind, give a damn about if the jakes hot (fuck em!)
Money, cars, and poles (poles)
.30’s with hollows (hollows)
.40 Calicos, knock them niggas out they clothes
Money, cars, and poles (poles)
Thirties with hollows (hollows)
.40 Calicos, knock them niggas out they clothes (let’s get it)
[Chorus (Lil Herb)]
Money, guns, cars, clothes, don’t forget the bitches
Cop them books, by the low
I don’t miss a shipment
All I know, is get dough
Yeah I love my riches, and it with my niggas
Did I forget to mention? (x2)
Money, guns, cars, clothes, don’t forget the bitches
Cop them books, by the low
I don’t miss a shipment
All I know, is get dough
Yeah I love my riches, and it with my niggas
Did I forget to mention? (x2)
[Lil Herb]
Cars, clothes (yup), money, ho’s, Herbo love em’ all (yup)
Jumping through the Gucci store, Herbo love to ball (swish!)
Bitches want a autograph when I hit the mall (what?)
Sorry shorty, but I don’t sign (what?) that shit at all (nah)
But you can take my land line if you dropping draws (yup)
My dogs shoving dick (L’s) and balls all through her walls (L’s)
And I don’t want no type of parts, I brought her for squad (gang!)
I’ll have my bitches bring a broad, let’s have a ménage
Just left the booth, I’m working hard
Bitch where my massage?
I’m tryna stunt some of the R’s parked in the garage (nyooom!)
I ride with thirties in the car, can’t catch me off guard (pop! pop!)
Run up on me, imma spark
Take that to the heart (pop! pop!)
[Chorus (Lil Herb)]
Money, guns, cars, clothes, don’t forget the bitches
Cop them books, by the low
I don’t miss a shipment
All I know, is get dough
Yeah I love my riches, and it with my niggas
Did I forget to mention? (x2)
[Hollow]
(Yeah)
If it ain’t Gucci, than it’s Louis (damn!)
Im in Louis, so I’m Gucci (damn!)
So many .30 clips, I’ll hit your block and make a movie (ahh haaa!)
The feds wanna do me, plus the opps, wanna shoot me
But they can’t (why not??!), sticking to the G-code like Juvie (lets do it!)
It’s Hollow bitch remember me?
8 chains, Mr. T
Let the bitch hit the drank, but can’t touch my Swisher Sweet
They say that boy daily, drive by in the Chevy
D-Eagles bang heavy (like what?), like Meth Man on Belly (damn!)
Call Pablo for them large grams (large grams)
We filling up the Dodge Rams (Dodge Rams)
Chicago, where they Kill, carjack, and do fraud scams (kill, carjack, and do fraud scams) (what I’m saying!)
Wake up, ate something, early and that late money
My bitch, say I need to take a break (why?), I just make money (damn!)
[Chorus (Lil Herb)]
Money, guns, cars, clothes, don’t forget the bitches
Cop them books, by the low
I don’t miss a shipment
All I know, is get dough
Yeah I love my riches, and it with my niggas
Did I forget to mention? (x2)
[Lil Smoke]
(Let’s get it)
Through the streets of the city, my niggas waillin, they toting Glocks (bahh)
Thotties getting slutty, or wifey be posted on the block
Bought a crib, just to use the kitchen stove and whip the pot (that’s it)
Grip the Glock, talking stupid, hollow tips will chip his top (brahh!)
Foreigns pulling out the lot, I’m posted steel on the 8 block (The 8)
Lil’ Marley, and a cut five, and a blunt wait till the tape drop
Ride off with the rakes dropped, Im getting top if her faced popped
Im on the 9, Im on the grind, give a damn about if the jakes hot (fuck em!)
Money, cars, and poles (poles)
.30’s with hollows (hollows)
.40 Calicos, knock them niggas out they clothes
Money, cars, and poles (poles)
Thirties with hollows (hollows)
.40 Calicos, knock them niggas out they clothes (let’s get it)
[Chorus (Lil Herb)]
Money, guns, cars, clothes, don’t forget the bitches
Cop them books, by the low
I don’t miss a shipment
All I know, is get dough
Yeah I love my riches, and it with my niggas
Did I forget to mention? (x2)