Want The Money

Ae
CellyOneFour
2770
ONEFOUR, fuck em all
(I just want the money)
(Fuck man, just tell em I just want the fuckin money)
(I just want the fuckin money)
(HollaBack Beats)

Pull up, pull up
Rock up to the op and tell em what is goodie lad?
Whats in the fanny pack, a footy back
Dont worry what I put in that
Just worry if my mood is mad
Cuss him out, swing, ching
She'll be eetswa, if my face is covered and my hoodies black
Whatch you movin back
Runnin man? They call you fags
You doin laps
You loosin raps
Blitzin us, when [?]
Cruisin through the 70
Blastin all the gutter rappers
Resemblance with my life, thats when I fell in love with that

Barren ladz will be flexin alot
We see whats goodie, with these pussys
If their testin the block
Islander pride, head always high, 685
Then the turn for booster [?], when we sat at the spot

Ae
We are just chillin in the 70
Fuck it, Ima tell you twice how we the recipe
Whatever weather, Im stayin here with my melody
Get the money, like Mickey hungry for cheddar cheese

We just want the fuckin money
Where Im from, robberies and drugs, get the money
Where Im from, poverty will always tell me somethin
Yeah! We just want the fuckin money

That beat from hell so
My people, pushin pounds though
Get that stinky lounge cold
Or a lovely ounce coal
You steppin into our zone
Got them hitterz on that cloud smoke
To knock you out cold
Trappin in the household
I need these rubber bands, so I can feed my lovely fam
Get em out the gutter, man
Only a few will understand
Im that beast in the jungle, hustle, will tussle muscle
That murder connect these double troubles
To scuffle bundles
Empty pockets, ain't gon feed no one
I need to be the one to feed my mum
Act like I'm that needy one
If it ain't the mad work or trap dirt
Then catch a black hearse, when you step on my [?]

We are just chillin in the 70
Fuck it, Ima tell you twice how we the recipe
Whatever weather, Im stayin here with my melody
Get the money, like mickey hungry for cheddar cheese
(Holla, Holla Back, whuh)
We are just chillin in the 70
Fuck it, Ima tell you twice how we the recipe
Whatever weather, Im stayin here with my melody
Get the money, like mickey hungry for cheddar cheese

We just want the fuckin money
Where Im from, robberies and drugs, get the money
Where Im from, poverty will always tell me somethin
Yeah! We just want the fuckin money

(I just want the money)
(Fuck man, just tell em I just want the fuckin money)
(I just want the fuckin money)
(I just want the money)