Money by King Twano Lyrics
[Verse 1: King Twano]
Money, Money all they talking 'bout
I can run my mouth but I ain't about it
Ten toes deep, niggas know me, niggas know I ain't childish
Started off from a lifeline, greatest rapper in my lifetime
Niggas die like everyday, rappers gonna hear a flatline
Money, money til the death of me, money, money til my bills paid
Money, money til we eating good with half a mil in front of my face
Money, money like it ain't a thing [x2]
Praise up to my dead momma, tell her "her son's a king"
So this is the life that we know, this is the life that we owed
This is the life that they take, the government hating, they taking away my soul
Take my control, never had it anyway
So my niggas tired of acting like it ain't a thing
Ima problem in these streets, niggas have to see, that this nigga won't fade away
Ima problem, yeah [x2]
Ima problem, yeah [x2]
Niggas got problems, yeah [x2]
Why don't you solve em? yeah [x2]
Streets calling man I'm never on the phone
Cause that life ain't for me, I know just what I want
Money, money til I die
Money, money til it's over
Money, money til I'm high
Money, money til I'm sober
Money, money til I win
Money, money til I sin
Money, money til I'm broke
Money, money without friends
Lost my mind over money, but money ain't a thing
Money, money on my brain
Shit be driving me insane
Tryna be Bill Gates
Balling balling til my bills paid
For my team yeah [x2]
This a king boy, this a mob nigga
This an odd nigga
Worship God man hold you hostage
I'm mobbing, oh yeah I'm mobbing
The music dropping
These rappers think they can top it
That's not an option
I'm leaving em in a coffin
Wait til next august
We bout to function
My niggas run shit
Mob shit
[Verse 2: King Twano]
Paranoid, niggas tryna catch me now
Money, money got a young nigga cashing out
People kill for the money and the fame
A little money, now these niggas finna change
Playing games with these girls I don't love
I can't really wife her, man I met her in the club
Bad memories mixed with things I don't want
Niggas getting money, man I swear that I'm the one
Do it for my team, 15 years
Just started popping, I'm the man of the year [x3]
Niggas don't know anymore, gotta make it official
Nigga whats your issue?
The whole city against you
Money, money
Money, Money all they talking 'bout
I can run my mouth but I ain't about it
Ten toes deep, niggas know me, niggas know I ain't childish
Started off from a lifeline, greatest rapper in my lifetime
Niggas die like everyday, rappers gonna hear a flatline
Money, money til the death of me, money, money til my bills paid
Money, money til we eating good with half a mil in front of my face
Money, money like it ain't a thing [x2]
Praise up to my dead momma, tell her "her son's a king"
So this is the life that we know, this is the life that we owed
This is the life that they take, the government hating, they taking away my soul
Take my control, never had it anyway
So my niggas tired of acting like it ain't a thing
Ima problem in these streets, niggas have to see, that this nigga won't fade away
Ima problem, yeah [x2]
Ima problem, yeah [x2]
Niggas got problems, yeah [x2]
Why don't you solve em? yeah [x2]
Streets calling man I'm never on the phone
Cause that life ain't for me, I know just what I want
Money, money til I die
Money, money til it's over
Money, money til I'm high
Money, money til I'm sober
Money, money til I win
Money, money til I sin
Money, money til I'm broke
Money, money without friends
Lost my mind over money, but money ain't a thing
Money, money on my brain
Shit be driving me insane
Tryna be Bill Gates
Balling balling til my bills paid
For my team yeah [x2]
This a king boy, this a mob nigga
This an odd nigga
Worship God man hold you hostage
I'm mobbing, oh yeah I'm mobbing
The music dropping
These rappers think they can top it
That's not an option
I'm leaving em in a coffin
Wait til next august
We bout to function
My niggas run shit
Mob shit
[Verse 2: King Twano]
Paranoid, niggas tryna catch me now
Money, money got a young nigga cashing out
People kill for the money and the fame
A little money, now these niggas finna change
Playing games with these girls I don't love
I can't really wife her, man I met her in the club
Bad memories mixed with things I don't want
Niggas getting money, man I swear that I'm the one
Do it for my team, 15 years
Just started popping, I'm the man of the year [x3]
Niggas don't know anymore, gotta make it official
Nigga whats your issue?
The whole city against you
Money, money