Luv monëy

[Intro: Yeat]

Perc' got me in my mental (Huh, huh)

But I love money

This guap got me in my feelings (Guap)

I love money, yeah

I love all my billies

I got flawless diamonds on me (Ooh)

All these *****es just jealous (Ah)

All we do is go up (I love money), we don't go down (No)

[Bridge: Yeat]

(I told you that it's hard but I do what money does)

But I love money (Ooh, ah)

(I know you play your part, but you cannot hang with us)

I love money (Ooh, ah)

(We some real rockstars, we do all type of—)

I love money (Ooh, ah)

(All type of) (Bugz Ronin, he gon run it up)

I love money

[Pre-Chorus: Yeat]

Pop out, racks (But I love money)

Ooh, pop out, ah (I love money)

Ooh, pop out, ah (I lovе money)

Ooh, pop out, ah (I love money)

Ayy, wе bootup, we get high

We do drugs all the time (Yeah)

***** told me she wan' ****, so pull up, let's get it

All these *****es, wassup? Told 'em pull up, let's get it (Pull up)

All we do is go up

This perc' got me in my mental (Huh, huh)

This guap got me in my feelings (Guap)

I love money, yeah

I love all my billies

I got flawless diamonds on me (Ooh)

All these *****es just jealous (Ah)

All we do is go up we don't go down (No)

[Verse 1: Yeat]

X make me go up, perkies got me ground (Yeah)

You said you 'bout it, come and spin, better turn around (Buh, buh)

Yeah, you said you want a milli, tell me how the **** you sound (Buh, buh, buh)

Yeah, I just went and bought a building for a large amount (Yeah)

Yeah, she told me bust a nut, she told me not to ever pull out (Woah)

Yeah, she told me that she fell in love but she ain't ever heard 'bout (Ack)

Yeah, I just went and bought the doves time to bring the birds out (Brr)

Yeah, I just went and bought the Lamb' 'cause that's just what they heard 'bout, yeah (Tonka)

[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]

I just flew her to London, told her "Chill out" (Yeah)

All the smoke in the function, with my grill out (Yeah)

Anybody got a problem, pull a mil' out (Yeah)

Invoice with the ****ery, pull a bill out (Chyeah)

Got a bad ting in Mumbai, cooking Pulao

Yeah, rich junkie, I hop on this thirty, repel out

Yeah, riding a Maybach on shrooms, yeah, I do this

**** the underground shit, I feel too big (I feel too)

I'm in love with the money, it's true (Yeah, it's true)

I pop one, I pop three, I pop two (Ha)

Fill up the tonka with baddies and go make a move

Too much money, is it me? Is it you?

Pop out, smoke, rest in peace to Woo (Chyeah)

Pop out with your ho (You know how it do)

I had to fill the spot with Playboy bunnies (Phew, chyeah)

We don't love no ho's, we love money (Chyeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Yeat]

Pop out, racks (But I love money)

Ooh, pop out, ah (I love money)

Ooh, pop out, ah (I love money)

Ooh, pop out, ah (I love money)

[Chorus: Yeat]

Ayy, we bootup, we get high

We do drugs all the time (Yeah)

***** told me she wan' ****, so pull up, let's get it

All these *****es, wassup? Told 'em pull up, let's get it (Pull up)

All we do is go up

This perc' got me in my mental (Huh, huh)

This guap got me in my feelings (Guap)

I love money, yeah

I love all my billies

I got flawless diamonds on me (Ooh)

All these *****es just jealous (Ah)

All we do is go up we don't go down (No)