Soulja Boy, Big Sean - Love Money lyrics

Yes I do love money
Keep my whole clique stuntin’
Nothing but them hundreds
Keep them ones, don’t want em

Yes I do love money
Keep my whole clique stuntin’
Nothing but them hundreds
Keep them ones, don’t want em

L-o-v-e m-o-n-e-y cop the True Religion tee
And threw 300 in the sky
Polo shoes on my feet
And my pants are saggin’ looking so pretty
You would’ve thought I was a faggot
Watch the hood get it cook it like chicken
And I got the combo
And it came with biscuit's
And I got the combo (Respect in here)
And it came with biscuit's (SOD)

Yes I do love money
Keep my whole clique stuntin’
Nothing but them hundreds
Keep them ones, don’t want em

Yes I do love money
Keep my whole clique stuntin’
Nothing but them hundreds
Keep them ones, don’t want em
Yes I do love money (Yes, I Do)
Yes I do love money (B-IG Sean Don Nigga)
Keep my whole clique stuntin’
(Yea that's right, Sean Don)
Yes I do love money (Yes, I Do, Detroit)
Keep my whole clique stuntin' (Oh my, GOD)
Yes I do love money (Oh My, GOD)
Nothing but them hundreds
(Finally Famous, Gettin)
Keep them ones, don’t want em
(Boi, Boi, Boi, I Do It)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Why everything green is good for me?
I'm what these bitch ass niggas couldn’t be
6 miles that’s just the hood in me
Peep my ghetto poetry
I'm getting high and rappin’: that’s flowetry
Is that a green carpet? Now
The whole floor a tree
I swear to God ain't no ho in me
But, I'm in hoes i'm probably in your ho
Aw shit there go a staple
At least you know my bitch centerfold
I belong in the Guinness
From most style I rented
Don’t fuck with these niggas
Im fuckin they misses im stacking my money
My money get interest
My interest get business
My business get bitches
B-IG Bitch, I do it, Boi