King Los - Money Loud lyrics

If you bout that paper nigga, this the anthem
Money Loud, Pockets having temper tantrums
Money Loud, Oh, yes that money loud
20's, 50's
100's till we stack a Hundred Thou
Too many broke niggas, push the crowd back
Ya'll got that Reggie
Bitch we got that loud bag
Money Loud, yea bitch that money loud
20's, 50's
100's till we stack a hundred thou
Dirty Money, that's that Puffy Combs
Shaquille O'Neal, That mean your money long
Money Loud, yeah bitch that money loud
20's, 50's
100's till we stack a Hundred Thou

Ay yo, Pull up in that Bentley
Bumpin' Benjamin stuntin'
Money old but I'm young
My pockets on Benjamin Button


20's 50's & 100's
You a George Washington baller
You go nuts at the mall
I must go George Washington Carver
I said your girl give alot of brain
It's ironic that I called her dumb
She looked at my swag and said man he's fresh
So I fucked her while bumpin' Tha Carter 1
One bitch said your Breitling cold
I said but my Rollie hot
My niggas get that dirty bread
Wholy-moly donut shop
I'm pimpin' just stop it
If your bitch is the topic
She go for my sack so much
I feel like I'm Vick in the pocket
You know I scramble and duck her
You hold her hand & you cuff her
I guess she lickin' the rapper because
Her man is a sucker
I said, I said if she this
Knot then she gon drop that, drop that
I give her pink Ciroc, it make her box wet
My game butter, it will make your Honey roll
And nigga you ain't gettin money
If your money fold

If you bout that paper nigga, this the anthem
Money Loud, Pockets having temper tantrums
Money Loud, Oh, yes that money loud
20's, 50's
100's till we stack a Hundred Thou
Too many broke niggas, push the crowd back
Ya'll got that Reggie
Bitch we got that loud bag
Money Loud, yea bitch that money loud
20's, 50's
100's till we stack a hundred thou
Dirty Money, that's that Puffy Combs
Shaquille O'Neal, That mean your money long
Money Loud, yeah bitch that money loud
20's, 50's
100's till we stack a Hundred Thou

I got these knots in my pocket
This is not what you want
They say I'm over the top
I say my top in my trunk
I'm the Ray Rice of my crew
You know my block in the front
Give me that thang and I run it
It ain't no option to punt
I'm screaming, wooo
Riding back to back look like a Chevy club
Them blades poking out
I call em Freddy gloves
I could just Giuseppe bitches or
I could mink hoes
Cuz I make that paper double
Like I work at Kinko's
If I knock your honey down
I gotta peel her off me
Yea she know my money loud
Im talkin Gilbert Gottfried
She let me get it first
Then my homies go slam her
I fucked her in the coupe
While bumpin' Tony Montana
My money loud, like why worry
Your money quiet, like libraries
My game butter, it will make your Honey roll
And nigga you ain't gettin money
If your money fold

If you bout that paper nigga, this the anthem
Money Loud, Pockets having temper tantrums
Money Loud, Oh, yes that money loud
20's, 50's
100's till we stack a Hundred Thou
Too many broke niggas, push the crowd back
Ya'll got that Reggie
Bitch we got that loud bag
Money Loud, yea bitch that money loud
20's, 50's
100's till we stack a hundred thou
Dirty Money, that's that Puffy Combs
Shaquille O'Neal, That mean your money long
Money Loud, yeah bitch that money loud
20's, 50's
100's till we stack a Hundred Thou