Still Ain't Got No Money - Judidthisone, Philthy Rich, Mistah F.A.B.

Uh, you done had all day to get some money

You done had all month to get some money

You done had all year to get some money

Uh, uh, you still ain’t got no money?

Man, man, man

You still ain’t got no money?

Man, damn, damn

How you still ain’t got no money?

Twenty bottles of rosé, we need 'em in our section

Get them widows out of here, don’t need 'em in our section

We the ones in the city they be mentioning

If they ain’t talkin' 'bout us, ain’t nobody listening

Dope air, paparazzi taking pictures of me

Real niggas ugly, all the bitches love me

We throw money in the air 'cause we just havin' fun

Ain’t throw no money over there 'cause they ain’t havin' none

Nigga talkin' in my ear but I ain’t hearin' it

Tampons on my feet 'cause my shoes on they period

We the richest in the city, that’s a point blank period

Brand new whips outside and the cars is what year it is

I go broke before I let a nigga play with me

Come get your ho, you already know that she can’t stay with me

Shout out Cookie, shout out Philthy, we the town’s best

You niggas still chasin' a bag?

you ain’t found it yet?

Uh, you done had all day to get some money

You done had all month to get some money

You done had all year to get some money

Uh, uh, you still ain’t got no money?

Man, man, man

You still ain’t got no money?

Man, damn, damn

How you still ain’t got no money?

They print this shit every day, you better get you some

Hold it on a Sunday night, all the bitches come

You can have the rest, I want the thickest one

Rosé bottle, need the biggest one

Spend five hundred in a week flat

I don’t keep count, I don’t keep track

That bitch mad average, you can keep that

Roof on the new foreign detach

Still got more money than all my enemies

I know them niggas hate, I know they envy me

Drop a bag on him, he’ll be dead in a week

Them Seminary niggas ain’t gon' play 'bout me

Replace the fake love with the paystubs

Seen the toughest nigga comin' out the gay club

Seven bedroom house when I wake up

Seven figure nigga, get your cake up

Uh, you done had all day to get some money

You done had all month to get some money

You done had all year to get some money

Uh, uh, you still ain’t got no money?

Man, man, man

You still ain’t got no money?

Man, damn, damn

How you still ain’t got no money?

Daddy was the plug, nigga I was born rich

You got your hand out like a sucker, you’s a born bitch

I’m gettin' money, smokin' cookie up in foreign shit

Cook done came up, I’m rockin' with this thirty clip

Feds took pops, fuck it, I’ma sell purple

Bossed up, orange Ghost up in East Oakland

Signed to the alphabets, I wasn’t sellin' verses

You a rat, niggas go to jail, start actin' nervous

In the trap lil bitch, I had to make it happen

Lambos and Masis before I started rappin'

You ain’t really 'bout your pimpin', you can stop the acting

I can show you how to get it, flip it, then stack it

Niggas lose they whole bag tryna chase pussy

They just sittin' on they ass like a ho’s IG

I’m just tryna put this Benz on gold Forgis

Cook got it out the mud, now I’m Cookie Money

Uh, you done had all day to get some money

You done had all month to get some money

You done had all year to get some money

Uh, uh, you still ain’t got no money?

Man, man, man

You still ain’t got no money?

Man, damn, damn

How you still ain’t got no money?