Moneybagg Yo, Marv Allen - Money Up lyrics

[Moneybagg Yo, Marv Allen - Money Up lyrics]

Please fill my cup up tore up then roll up
Got two hoes six-nine
They both fuck, I finish up
Head out, we fired up
Power cars, we wired up pull up they see us
You big mad, give no fucks

My hustle game winning
Homie go'n get your money up
Hating on a nigga
Homie go'n get your money up
Fairytale living
Homie go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up
My hustle game winning
Homie go'n get your money up
Hating on a nigga
Homie go'n get your money up
Fairytale living
Homie go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up

Hatin' on a nigga
Ain't gon' get you nowhere
I told the plug send the pack through the air
Designer everywhere like what I'ma wear?
I be blowin' them racks like
I don't even care
Got the nine on me like I'm Steve McNair
Or Rondo, I ran them bands up pronto
I put the 3-5 in the front tow
I'm head honcho
I got more straps than a gunshow
Pull up on him, hop out on him
Spray his ass, wet his ass, fuck a poncho
I'm in the trap all day, slanging shit
Night to morning like Alonzo
I'm in Cali with a diva nigga
Bad bitch like to tease a nigga
Told my jeweler go'n freeze a nigga
See my diamonds hittin' before
You see me nigga they say I'm arrogant
They say I'm conceited
I fucked her then told her like Michael
Bitch beat it
I put the drink in the two liter, Tahiti
The AP on my wrist water, Fiji
If you broke, go get your money up
I talk like this here 'cause my money up
This draco I got hold a hundred plus
Play with me I'ma bust like a nut

My hustle game winning
Homie go'n get your money up
Hating on a nigga
Homie go'n get your money up
Fairytale living
Homie go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up
My hustle game winning
Homie go'n get your money up
Hating on a nigga
Homie go'n get your money up
Fairytale living
Homie go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up

Blow the whole check, life's sweet
Zack and Cody show
Let her kiss the pickle, what's your name
I ain't trying to know
Fuck it do it big, Bruce Bruce
Yeah the bank swole
When he overchargin' I'ma spend it
But you can't though
But really we living legends
A blessing to live and tell it
Too much of the money making you jelly
Boy I'm really petty
I'm pointing that thing to your belly
That probably will leave you smelly
Just put me in cold weather
Give me the ice and watch me sell it
Got a lot of those, got a lot of those
Fucking up a check, let that money blow
Got a lot of those, got a lot of those
Fucking up a check, let that money blow

My hustle game winning
Homie go'n get your money up
Hating on a nigga
Homie go'n get your money up
Fairytale living
Homie go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up
My hustle game winning
Homie go'n get your money up
Hating on a nigga
Homie go'n get your money up
Fairytale living
Homie go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up
Go'n get your money up

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