Gucci Mane Making Money Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
God damn a little boy got M's
On my wall lives 100 eggplants
They say you got money, nothing else matters
But two things n_gga, family matters most
I got money and I smoke, smoke, smoke
I pray to god I don't ever go broke
I ain't never ever stopped selling dope
And I'll never stop buying mink coats
My girl [?] got a pink diamond choker
Yellow diamond necklace costa [?]
She got a walk kinda slow cause she's a meal ticket
I only f_ck with bad b_tches, Gucci real picky
I got a city b_tch, a country b_tch, turn me up a lil bit
I gave you a lot of it, y'all ain't seen the half of it
I got 30 squares, p_ssy n_gga do the math of it
I got good aim, p_ssy n_gga Gucci accurate

[Hook:]
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money
You keep making comics, Imma keep making commas
You keep making cockpits, but I keep making commas
Money don't make you real, but I really do got money
You keep chasing p_ssy, and I keep chasing money

[Verse 2:]
Can't stop me n_gga, can't block me n_gga
Better chill, sit back and just watch me n_gga
Getting so much top might top that n_gga
Imma open up shop, come shop young n_gga
Been Guwop, let's shootout n_gga
Tell the f_ck n_gga up to 2Pac n_gga
She sleep in my bed and she give me good head
But she still worrying bout what the b_tch gon say
Still saying Imma get rich one day
Imma get money every goddamn day
Broke ass n_ggas can't get no date
In the club, singing out, shawty swing my way
Money will talk like a high top fade
I'm a rich kid, baby who wanna come play?
At the club live on a Sunday, screaming out free my n_gga Fortre
Sir Mixalot, my [?] are on broadway
Serve bricks a lot, I got so much yay
She a filthy b_tch, she got a filthy twat
I can tell that the b_tch s_cks d_cks a lot
I started off a nick bag, ran it up to a big bag
Never friends with a sh_tbag, get glad or get mad

[Hook]