The Diplomats - Have my money lyrics

I'm all about this moolah
I'm all about this bread
And if I get caught slippin'
I can end up in the feds
Bitch better have my money (my money)
Nigga better have my money (my money)
Bitch better have my money (my money)
Nigga better have my money (my money)
My man, baby mom, in the morning
Tell 'em "GM"
Kiss 'em on the forehead and take
The keys to his BM ain't even gon' tell you
Got the code to his DM
I hit her on the 'Gram like hashtag free 'em
I'm biased
But all I got for these hoes is papaya
I done drove ever car, no liar
I ain't talking music when I say
I did shit with Mariah
Nick wasn't there, nor was Mottola
Sittin' on the crates, gun in the stroller
I was selling coke, no joke, no cola
Just made a quarter 'mil off Ebola
What's up? I'm all about this moolah
I'm all about this bread
And if I get caught slippin'
I can end up in the feds
Bitch better have my money (my money)
Nigga better have my money (my money)
Bitch better have my money (my money)
Nigga better have my money (my money)
I got bitches that could chef up a kilo
Dominican, he had the best perico
And we just trying not to catch the Rico
Remember what Mitch had heard from Rico?
Well, niggas die every day, B
I'm getting money, getting fly, every day B
I pulled up onside the real AZ
And I was young when they tried to kill AZ
We kept it mob style like wip wop
Audemars styling on the wristwatch
Still do Harlem in my flip-flops
Summertime, hoppin' out the 'Rari
With the missing top
I'm all about this moolah
I'm all about this bread
And if I get caught slippin'
I can end up in the feds
Bitch better have my money (my money)
Nigga better have my money (nigga my money)
Bitch better have my money
(my money) , nigga better have my money
Living life big, this that mo' money shit
So no matter what I get
I'm screaming mo' money, bitch!
Mo' money coming in, mo' money spent
Smelling like money
That's that mo' money scent
AMG kit, this that mo' money band
Knock-knock open the door
I'm letting mo' money in
She like, "What's this mo' money' shit?"
I'm like them niggas that you with
I'm getting mo' money than
Pockets full of Chuck-E-Cheese
I'm under the money tree and I'm
Just catching all the leaves
She just want to feel the breeze
I just want her on her knees, cold nigga
Antifreeze i'm all about this moolah
I'm all about this bread
And if I get caught slippin'
I can end up in the feds
Bitch better have my money (my money)
Nigga better have my money (my money)
Bitch better have my money (my money)
Nigga better have my money (my money)