married to the money

rip to the speaker knockers

all they wanna do is count commas

you know that i'm married to the guapa

you couldn't see the money with binoculars

it feels like my lady is the money

i wish i could have a baby with the money

i can't leave the house without her on me

you know that i'm married to the money

i had a fake chain

i was 16

i gave they ass some timbs

but them shits clean

i remember stealing candy from andrew's

getting whip-its from my aunty's

some damn food

i'm the and my homies skipped school

even in her hooptie

i'm still cool

i'm from the 3rd man the crip called comma

ain't seen my other crib and everyone in 4 months

i spend this money rappin' that boy like so what?

cash shoes with the cash dudes

go nuts

ain't nothin' gonna come between you and i

you the only one i need in my life

it feels like my lady is the money

i wish i could have a baby with the money

i can't leave the house without her on me

you know that i'm married to the money

the money

i don't know what these niggas talkin' 'bout

these niggas must be tired

they run their mouth

i got some hitters by the phone

just in case we don't get along

and all i rock is designer

bet your bitch that i'mma ride her

girl that handsome boy

play that pussy

girl play it for a

they ain't want me when i had a monte carlo

now they on my page askin' me to follow

i'm a nigga trigga' all up in chicago

we gon' get to the money that's the motto