Future, Meek Mill, Fabolous - Money Ain’t No Issue lyrics

Yeah, it's DC nigga you see what we doing
In these fucking streets
Pushing the flyest whips
Fucking the baddest chicks
Big guns with 30 shot clips
Motherfuckers can't see us
All gold AP's, these niggas wearing G-Shocks
We sending G4 pilots to the Wing Stop
Going where they said we wouldn't and
Doing what they said we couldn't
We come from nothing nigga
Let's get this fucking money
I got my money right, call me Rich Homie Dram

I'm sipping on patrón nigga
My bitch bad to the bone nigga
She fucked up, I'm fucked up
She like how we gon' get home nigga
I can't smoke that strong nigga
Swear that's word to my PO
That lil chick to expensive for you


I'll take her back like repo
Say, shorty want a pair of red bottoms
Fucked her good then I went and got 'em
Percs got me fucking for a hour
Got a boyfriend, forget about him
I got young niggas that'll get it popping
And all my niggas get a dollar
Started of with an impala
Now all my whips a hundred thousand
Hold up, Now throw your rollies up in the air
And wave that shit to the side nigga
Bad bitches just popping pussy
You dead broke just die nigga
On private jets, we fly nigga
Sipping lean, we high nigga
Stand tall, feet five nigga
They riding for ya, they die with ya
Say foreign whips my fucking problem
Got a couple, don't fucking drive them
My homies whip them like fucking molly
Mo' money mo' fucking problems
A Wraith coming, I take that
I'm everywhere that that cake at
Them hoes stunted, this the payback
I'm in a Rolls Royce screaming out Maybach

Money ain't no issue
I'm on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup I beat that
Pussy till she miss me fuck nigga die slow
I don't give a fuck if he come up missing
Any nigga gettin' money I salute ya
I salute ya

Young nigga in a Bimmer coupé with a lot
Of money and a lot of booze
Young nigga getting plenty money I'm
Turnt up than Tom Cruise
Mollies all in my cup nigga
Screwed up I ain't slowing down
AP I'm trigger happy nigga
Young niggas at Atlanta Zoo
Shootin the A up out the chamber, nigga
Bad bitch from Beverly hills
I'ma fuck her good on TMZ
Quarter mill for the AP
Quarter mill for Lambo
Quarter mill for a new truck
Quarter mil' that's on the counter
Freebandz I'm eating now, rock and roll
No guitar a lotta drugs and a lotta bitches
I'ma fuck the bitch like a porn star

Money ain't no issue
I'm on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup I beat that
Pussy till she miss me fuck nigga die slow
I don't give a fuck if he come up missing
Any nigga gettin' money I salute ya
I salute ya

I'm just tryna chill but
Niggas really really
Want to make me talk reckless
Have these niggas on your neck
You don't really really want
To talk necklace
Heard you got L's in the hood you
Don't really really want to talk Lexus
We got it right now man you thing
Niggas really want to talk Nexus
Fuck the nigga like his bitch say if
She with me in a 6 trey
She ride the stick every which way
While shit play from the mixtape
She say shit go hard, she say shit go hard
Shorty sound like Big Sean (Swerve)
Bitch keep saying "Oh God" (Oh God)
I done fucked around and got used to money
Fuck game I just use the money
All the suckers get is middle fingers
And the bum bitches get deuces from me
So if you getting money
I salute you I'm saluting
And if you getting mad I rebuke you
Final Solution
Niggas like y'all find excuses
Niggas like us rock exclusives
I come through
Beat them streets up cause my
Whip game so abusive nigga
This that getting money music nigga
When they play it all the
Winners gon' lose it nigga

Money ain't no issue
I'm on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup I beat that
Pussy till she miss me fuck nigga die slow
I don't give a fuck if he come up missing
Any nigga gettin' money I salute ya
I salute ya