Lil Yachty - Money Team lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty - Money Team lyrics]
Yeah sailing team, money team, same thing
Fuck all you old niggas hatin'
Fuck all you young niggas bitin' (Slavery)
Nigga, we really runnin' this shit
We the youngest niggas flexin', y'all see us
Y'all know what's up, let's get it
To every old nigga sleepin', bitch
It's time to wake up
Shoot out the roof, this shit's
A stick up, stay inside, no steak out
I might cop a lake house and
Put diamonds in the doorbell
That old rock that as a
Y'all go run and go tell always ready
Hands up first if you ain't got my fetti
Stay with Vercetti, that's my brother
We shit on 'em daily
When this beat drop, they gon'
Run this shit back, champ Bailey
I'm rich as hell
I see why she wanna have my baby
Bitch, I rep the-
Money team, money team, money team
Money team (Grr, graa, graa, graa)
Money team, sailing team
Same shit for sure though (Du-du-du-du-du)
Yokohamas out the floor though
Ghost ride for the four doors
(Skirt, skirt-skirt-skirt)
She get loose off the Four Loko (yeah)
Oh my God, she's so trashed (Bitch)
If your mama seen you right now
Bet she'd whip on your ass
(yeah, yeah, Lil Boat)
Diamonds shine inside my mouth like
I'ma wash it with glass (Ha)
My new whip on Sarah Palin, oh God
I'm a jack-ass (Wow)
Oh God, you a wack-ass (Bitch)
Just copped my moms a new Rollie
Face same color as grass (Real)
These niggas hatin' on lil' Boat because
I show my whole ass (yeah)
I'm young as fuck with no class (No)
I count a hundred, guess who fund it? Nigga
Not your poor-ass
These niggas lyin' in their raps
You fairy-tellin' folk-ass
Bitch, you not that pretty in real life
All my niggas done gassed
Fuck all you old niggas hatin'
Fuck all you young niggas bitin' (Slavery)
Nigga, we really runnin' this shit
We the youngest niggas flexin', y'all see us
Y'all know what's up, let's get it
To every old nigga sleepin', bitch
It's time to wake up
Shoot out the roof, this shit's
A stick up, stay inside, no steak out
I might cop a lake house and
Put diamonds in the doorbell
That old rock that as a
Y'all go run and go tell always ready
Hands up first if you ain't got my fetti
Stay with Vercetti, that's my brother
We shit on 'em daily
When this beat drop, they gon'
Run this shit back, champ Bailey
I'm rich as hell
I see why she wanna have my baby
Bitch, I rep the-
Money team, money team, money team
Money team (Grr, graa, graa, graa)
Money team, sailing team
Same shit for sure though (Du-du-du-du-du)
Yokohamas out the floor though
Ghost ride for the four doors
(Skirt, skirt-skirt-skirt)
She get loose off the Four Loko (yeah)
Oh my God, she's so trashed (Bitch)
If your mama seen you right now
Bet she'd whip on your ass
(yeah, yeah, Lil Boat)
Diamonds shine inside my mouth like
I'ma wash it with glass (Ha)
My new whip on Sarah Palin, oh God
I'm a jack-ass (Wow)
Oh God, you a wack-ass (Bitch)
Just copped my moms a new Rollie
Face same color as grass (Real)
These niggas hatin' on lil' Boat because
I show my whole ass (yeah)
I'm young as fuck with no class (No)
I count a hundred, guess who fund it? Nigga
Not your poor-ass
These niggas lyin' in their raps
You fairy-tellin' folk-ass
Bitch, you not that pretty in real life
All my niggas done gassed