Money Turning Me On

Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Uh
Wheezy beats
This money turning me on
(Yo, turn me up bro)
Misery, yeah, yeah

This money turning me on, ayy, this money turning me on
I'm thinking out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (woo)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

Music all in my ears
Instruments in my ears
I'm in the backyard feeding deers
I'm in a condo popping seals
I got po-po's in my rear
I bought CoCo with my deal
I missed a couple shows with my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don't you take that to the head
You know I got you in my whip
It don't matter if it don't work out
Man I know you with me for real
You helped me balance my skills
You helped me over the hill
You got my mind right when I was thinking 'bout going and go kill
Young lil' nigga popping shit
High school, I played quarterback
I ain't never had to hit a lick
Never had to touch a nick
Never had to risk shit
But this wealth, 'cause if you played then it's death

This money turning me on, ayy, this money turning me on
I'm thinking out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

Ooh, you missed me
Oh, you missed me
I'm your mystery
I'm your mystery
I'm you mystery

Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
Give a couple bands to the woa
Jet to Miami with some zoes
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
On the east or the west coast, ayy
Every night I snuck my way outside
Started skipping school and I snuck up on a ride
My brother in law let me shoot a choppa when I was five
Ever since that day, man I been riding 'til I die

This money turning me on, ayy, this money turning me on
I'm thinking out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go