Money Fever by Hillel Lyrics
Hillel - Money Fever
[Chorus 1]
I remember looking from the bleachers
Now I give these bitches baby fever
Pulling up with tint
So I can't see ya
Fan myself with hunnids
I got money fever
I got money
I got money
I got money
I got money fever
Everything I do is off the fucking meter
White girls on me
I got jungle fever
We don't do no talking baby girl
Hit me my damn beeper
New sports coupe
In the drive way
Everyday with us
Is like a Friday
All we eat
Is houstons mama
We don't eat at Friday's
Like my women freaky
Give me top on the highway
And if we crash
I'm doing the dash
911 never catch me
Cause my shit is too fast
Woah woah uh
Money machine (effect)
Cash machine
She losing her breathe
We the asthma team
Uh what
She losing her breathe
We the asthma team
Step in the club
Jump on the table
I'm probably leaving with the waitress
Got your baby momma nigga
That's too damn bad
She told me you were lame
She was too damn sad
-Flex
Rub my hands
Rub my hands like birdman
I play the game
And I got on all of my chains
Remember when they
Use to stunt on a nigga
But now they know a nigga name
I'm all about Benjamin Frank's
I'm all about Benjamin Frank's
But I
(Hook 2)
I remember looking from the bleachers
Now I give these bitches baby fever
Pulling up with tint
So I can't see ya
Fan myself with hunnids
I got money fever
[Verse 2]
Look at this young nigga flexin
Everything I do is on another level
When I pulled off
I hit a fucking shutter
Hot flame car I call that bitch the devil
Yeah
All my niggas is MVP
All niggas in VIP
247 we icey
247 we icey
Just to be honest
I had two Brianna's
One look like Kiana one look like Rihanna
I'm thanking my momma
For raising a stunna
I'm thanking my momma for raising
A number one stunna
Woooh uh
Hop in the booth
And this bitch hot like a sauna
Hot-
All of my exes is looking for come ups
Naw
Stop calling me girl
Cause just changed my number
I just changed my number
-I did baby
It's bad bitches in the B- hamas
I got things to do and I got things to move
(Hook 2)
I remember looking from the bleachers
Now I give these bitches baby fever
Pulling up with tint
So I can't see ya
Fan myself with hunnids
I got money fever
[Chorus 1]
I remember looking from the bleachers
Now I give these bitches baby fever
Pulling up with tint
So I can't see ya
Fan myself with hunnids
I got money fever
I got money
I got money
I got money
I got money fever
Everything I do is off the fucking meter
White girls on me
I got jungle fever
We don't do no talking baby girl
Hit me my damn beeper
New sports coupe
In the drive way
Everyday with us
Is like a Friday
All we eat
Is houstons mama
We don't eat at Friday's
Like my women freaky
Give me top on the highway
And if we crash
I'm doing the dash
911 never catch me
Cause my shit is too fast
Woah woah uh
Money machine (effect)
Cash machine
She losing her breathe
We the asthma team
Uh what
She losing her breathe
We the asthma team
Step in the club
Jump on the table
I'm probably leaving with the waitress
Got your baby momma nigga
That's too damn bad
She told me you were lame
She was too damn sad
-Flex
Rub my hands
Rub my hands like birdman
I play the game
And I got on all of my chains
Remember when they
Use to stunt on a nigga
But now they know a nigga name
I'm all about Benjamin Frank's
I'm all about Benjamin Frank's
But I
(Hook 2)
I remember looking from the bleachers
Now I give these bitches baby fever
Pulling up with tint
So I can't see ya
Fan myself with hunnids
I got money fever
[Verse 2]
Look at this young nigga flexin
Everything I do is on another level
When I pulled off
I hit a fucking shutter
Hot flame car I call that bitch the devil
Yeah
All my niggas is MVP
All niggas in VIP
247 we icey
247 we icey
Just to be honest
I had two Brianna's
One look like Kiana one look like Rihanna
I'm thanking my momma
For raising a stunna
I'm thanking my momma for raising
A number one stunna
Woooh uh
Hop in the booth
And this bitch hot like a sauna
Hot-
All of my exes is looking for come ups
Naw
Stop calling me girl
Cause just changed my number
I just changed my number
-I did baby
It's bad bitches in the B- hamas
I got things to do and I got things to move
(Hook 2)
I remember looking from the bleachers
Now I give these bitches baby fever
Pulling up with tint
So I can't see ya
Fan myself with hunnids
I got money fever