Make a Lot $$$ - Young Thug

I make a lot of money

I make a lot of money

I make a lot of money

I make a lot of money

I make a lot of money

I make a lot of money

I make a lot of money

I make a lot of money

I make a whole lot of money

I blow a whole lot of paper

We fit each other right like a blazer

We argue, we fight, and we fuss

And we fuck and we mugging each other

I eat it, I lick it

I treat it, I don’t wanna leave it defeated

Come on and fuck on me

Run from me, buck on me, yeah

Put luck on me, pull up on me

Feel ups on me, suck gifts on me

Fuck is you hating for?

I am so different, come have a tour

I caught him disturbing the peace

And I left him extinct like a dinosaur

Drowning in mud like a muh fucking rhinoceros

I didn’t think that she was a freak but she kinda was

Yeah she was a freaky little bitch

I didn’t get a chance to even eat that little bitch

Do you mind if I creep that little bitch

I’m gone, when I fuck a bitch, I’m straight outta the trenches

Do you mind if I need that little bitch?

Do you mind if I feed her to the clique?

If you mind I don’t ever wanna be rich

And I’m a rip that money up with my clique like a pick, yeah

Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks

Hit it from the back and I can’t see nothing like a cataract

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Standing back, looking like I’m bamming it

Smoking packs looking at you runnin' that

I’m a die looking at your humble ass

Come in, baby, that’s my mama, baby

My heart racing and I’m so impatient

Call Metro and let leak speed racer

Cook that dope up, but no Easy Baker

I swear to God I

I was too busy buying acres

That’s my bitch, nigga that’s my bitch

She can never come fuck you if she’s my bitch

Gold VVS I go Mitch

And I swear you gon get hit if it’s a hit

Bitch I’ve been the boss of ever since

All my fuckin cups dirty like a ditch

I’m in beast mode like Marshawn Lynch

And if it don’t make dollars then it don’t make sense

But me?

I swear