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Money (feat. Kevin Hues) Video (MV)




Performed By: Cj Folds
Length: 2:36
Written by: Corey Folds Jr, Kevin Kerr




Cj Folds - Money (feat. Kevin Hues) Lyrics
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I get what I want when I need it
If I don't want I don't see it
A duffle bag full of paper
I'm finna spread it on the table
I call the money my homie (Yeah)
I call the money my dawg (For sure)
I call the money my best friend
It don't got me through it all
I get what I want when I need it
If I don't want I don't see it
A duffle bag full of paper
I'm finna spread it on the table
I call the money my homie (Yeah)
I call the money my dawg (Yeah)
I call the money my best friend
It don't got me through it all
I call the money my best friend
Please do not call me not textin
Don't wanna argue no stressin'
Im just hoping for a blessin'
Cause you wouldn't give me your last baby
No I gotta leave do the dash baby
Boss up and focus on cash baby
Love is gone you in the past baby
See I use to see it in the club
Sitting just waiting for kisses and hugs
But all of this money was more than enough
Now I can go and just stress about love
The money my friend
Always make back what I spend
All of the money just blend
Copying me is trend
Im killing these rappers your funeral is what I attend
I feel like I was focused on people that never would give their last maybe
And most of my songs always
Mention somebody I say I don't know when they ask maybe
Now I'm living fast baby
Move to LA have a blast baby
Im focused on music and I aint stopping til go ahead and get this cash baby
(Yeah, Yeah)
I get what I want when I need it
If I don't want I don't see it
A duffle bag full of paper
I'm finna spread it on the table
I call the money my homie (Yeah)
I call the money my dawg (For sure)
I call the money my best friend
It don't got me through it all
I get what I want when I need it
If I don't want I don't see it
A duffle bag full of paper
I'm finna spread it on the table
I call the money my homie (Yeah)
I call the money my dawg (Yeah)
I call the money my best friend
It don't got me through it all
Go to the mall if I want it I get
I wanna get big but afraid to admit it
It's too many songs but I'm scared to submit it
Its all that I got so I guess I committed
I'm waiting to blow its gon' happen one day now
They plotting and steaming hoping that I lay down
The money my friend it aint no room to play now
The money my friend it aint no room to play now
Yeah, Yeah
Sheesh
Gang
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I get what I want when I need it
If I don't want I don't see it
A duffle bag full of paper
I'm finna spread it on the table
I call the money my homie (Yeah)
I call the money my dawg (For sure)
I call the money my best friend
It don't got me through it all
I get what I want when I need it
If I don't want I don't see it
A duffle bag full of paper
I'm finna spread it on the table
I call the money my homie (Yeah)
I call the money my dawg (Yeah)
I call the money my best friend
It don't got me through it all
I call the money my best friend
Please do not call me not textin
Don't wanna argue no stressin'
Im just hoping for a blessin'
Cause you wouldn't give me your last baby
No I gotta leave do the dash baby
Boss up and focus on cash baby
Love is gone you in the past baby
See I use to see it in the club
Sitting just waiting for kisses and hugs
But all of this money was more than enough
Now I can go and just stress about love
The money my friend
Always make back what I spend
All of the money just blend
Copying me is trend
Im killing these rappers your funeral is what I attend
I feel like I was focused on people that never would give their last maybe
And most of my songs always
Mention somebody I say I don't know when they ask maybe
Now I'm living fast baby
Move to LA have a blast baby
Im focused on music and I aint stopping til go ahead and get this cash baby
(Yeah, Yeah)
I get what I want when I need it
If I don't want I don't see it
A duffle bag full of paper
I'm finna spread it on the table
I call the money my homie (Yeah)
I call the money my dawg (For sure)
I call the money my best friend
It don't got me through it all
I get what I want when I need it
If I don't want I don't see it
A duffle bag full of paper
I'm finna spread it on the table
I call the money my homie (Yeah)
I call the money my dawg (Yeah)
I call the money my best friend
It don't got me through it all
Go to the mall if I want it I get
I wanna get big but afraid to admit it
It's too many songs but I'm scared to submit it
Its all that I got so I guess I committed
I'm waiting to blow its gon' happen one day now
They plotting and steaming hoping that I lay down
The money my friend it aint no room to play now
The money my friend it aint no room to play now
Yeah, Yeah
Sheesh
Gang
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Writer: Corey Folds Jr, Kevin Kerr
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