SageTheCreator - MONEY (REMIX) Lyrics

(SageTheCreator)
Money money money money money money yeah that's it
Money money money money money money yeah that's it
Money money money money money money got the racks on me
Money money money money money money got the racks on me

Yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy
Yea she want me
Honey honey honey honey honey
Yea she calling
Put in on fast track mode
I'm speeding it up and
I'm Counting real fast
I'm chilling in Rasta mode
I'm popping these tags
I'm dripping on Travs
I'm balling like Sicko mode (what)
Shawty be calling and texting and tripping
I don't give a f*ck no more (f*ck)
Don't ever call no more
Shawty been snooping and tripping and and watching my snaps after i left her on seen
I just be counting my money and chilling and balling and sipping my lean
Shawty don't know
She don't know just how it goes
Getting my racks like you know
Getting the stacks on the go go o
Moneymoney moneymoneymoney money
Moneymoney moneymoney i Got it on me
Moneymoney moneymoneymoney money
Moneymoney moneymoney yeah I Got it on me

Money money money money money money yeah that's it
Money money money money money money yeah that's it
Money money money money money money got the racks on me
Money money money money money money got the racks on me

I'm trying to take this big booty ass chick out on a date
No I can't lie I'm trying to take all of this back to my place
She saying shit like if you're pulling up boy don't be late
I'm smiling back I'm thinking what's your name? Mary or Kate
I'm at your estate baby you know that I promise by 8
And if I'm being honest through the whole day I ain't ate
It's time to run up the cheddar I tell her you could do better
Stay at the top ain't no beta
Stacking up paper because we know better
I like this girl I'm gon' get her she only come after paper
Yves saint lauren on my sweater my louboutin too they be looking more redder

Money money money that's all she want from me
Money money money make a nigga funny
Make a bitch a dummy that's about that money
Money money money gotta have it on me

Money money only on my mind bro what the f*ck
I got two hoes on my speed dial yeah they wanna f*ck
Lost a couple many last year had to run it up
Had to stack it up I'm back on the bag and I'm taking my time

Patek On my wrist ice on my teeth Gucci my feet you feeling my shit
She wanna f*ck with all of my G's that is not me
Putting my song on repeat putting my song on repeat
You know my G's just pushing the P yeah

She climbing my dick like she Spiderman she spraying on me like a fireman
Niggas be asking for beef they coming for me but yeah I expire them
AK-40 on my left hand if I see an opp then it's fireworks
How come they hate on me back in the days I used to inspire them

Had to get the bag and stay low
Cause these niggas watching never switching sides for no hoe
I'm only switching Netflix I be f*cking verified Hoes cause my dick expensive yeah
That's why I'mtalking reckless