$$$$$$$ by Ryan Skid Lyrics
Yeah yeah
All I need
All
[Verse 1]:
Dollar dollar that's what I need
Jacked Harris Teeter 3rd time this week
Money on my mind, so I can't sleep
Plus it's December this fuckin' room got no heat
Fuck this shit, me and my whole squad fed up
Need a lick, need a rise get my bread up
I don't see nothin' left for me here instead of
Hit the pharmacy in broad day you all get wet up
Fuck yo problems if I'm bein' frank
No complaints if you got money in the bank
My whole life I been dead broke
Swipin' meals out the deli just to stay afloat
I'm from a spot where pennies all you got
If you want more sell a pill or rock nah I'm too hot
Fuck your make it rain dollars I need wealth
If money don't buy happiness I'ma find out myself
[Chorus]
Money burns a hole in my pocket
If you hate me with no profit
Wait and see when I got it
Finna walk up to your bitch like
Money in the bank shawty what you drank (aye)
Money in the bank shawty what you drank
Money in the bank shawty what you drank (aye)
Money in the bank shawty what you drank
[Verse 2]
Can't waste time my window gettin' slimmer
Thumb through a check fuck a fidget spinner
Talkin' SLS brunch back to Hall's for dinner
It's comin' soon girl so fuck with a winner
Know what I got she been fuckin' with me from the get go
Get racks take your bitch shoppin' I ain't talkin' Petco
Your ex give me rough sex 'cause I'm up next
Everything I say a fuck boy gut check
Yeah all fuck boys must die like John Tucker
Hey now slow down motherfucker
You said stop, I said fuck that
Now I'm in your city with a state up on my back
Boys from the Dub with me we don't know how to act
In the back tilted hat smokin' Cubans drinkin gnac
Yeah do it by myself I ain't got no connects
So that's more for the bank and way more for the flex 'cause
Chorus
All I need
All
[Verse 1]:
Dollar dollar that's what I need
Jacked Harris Teeter 3rd time this week
Money on my mind, so I can't sleep
Plus it's December this fuckin' room got no heat
Fuck this shit, me and my whole squad fed up
Need a lick, need a rise get my bread up
I don't see nothin' left for me here instead of
Hit the pharmacy in broad day you all get wet up
Fuck yo problems if I'm bein' frank
No complaints if you got money in the bank
My whole life I been dead broke
Swipin' meals out the deli just to stay afloat
I'm from a spot where pennies all you got
If you want more sell a pill or rock nah I'm too hot
Fuck your make it rain dollars I need wealth
If money don't buy happiness I'ma find out myself
[Chorus]
Money burns a hole in my pocket
If you hate me with no profit
Wait and see when I got it
Finna walk up to your bitch like
Money in the bank shawty what you drank (aye)
Money in the bank shawty what you drank
Money in the bank shawty what you drank (aye)
Money in the bank shawty what you drank
[Verse 2]
Can't waste time my window gettin' slimmer
Thumb through a check fuck a fidget spinner
Talkin' SLS brunch back to Hall's for dinner
It's comin' soon girl so fuck with a winner
Know what I got she been fuckin' with me from the get go
Get racks take your bitch shoppin' I ain't talkin' Petco
Your ex give me rough sex 'cause I'm up next
Everything I say a fuck boy gut check
Yeah all fuck boys must die like John Tucker
Hey now slow down motherfucker
You said stop, I said fuck that
Now I'm in your city with a state up on my back
Boys from the Dub with me we don't know how to act
In the back tilted hat smokin' Cubans drinkin gnac
Yeah do it by myself I ain't got no connects
So that's more for the bank and way more for the flex 'cause
Chorus