lirik lagu money – 22nd jim & babyface ray
[intro: babyface ray]
you know we sippin’, we ain’t never trippin’, n*gga
yeah
this what that money sound like
this what that money sound like
got my n*gga jim in this motherf*cker with me
(reece, take ’em to church)
this what that money sound like
[verse 1: babyface ray]
ayy, money talkin’, bullsh*t walkin’, my neck a faucet (for real)
narcs came, jumped out, sprinted, and then i tossed it (gone)
i can’t speak down on a n*gga, ’cause i was starvin’ (uh*uh)
i remember sh*t was a dream and now we bosses (boss)
ayy, popped a bean, i lost it, treat the trap just like an office
play with me, we chalk ’em, i heard n*ggas gettin’ extorted (i heard)
five*hour flight, break a stick before i board it (xanny)
shoebox stackin’, i been livin’ like a h**rder (shoebox stackin’)
condo off the water, city view (city view)
call me face mob, make it happen, n*gga, who is you? (who?)
twenty*eight inches mounted on it, n*gga, hula hoop (skrrt)
me and bro, huh, steph, klay, he a shooter too (yeah)
[chorus: babyface ray & 22nd jim]
this what that money sound like
60k on the wrist, i tell them n*ggas keep up
i can’t hide it, i tried, n*ggas know that i’m up
this what that money sound like
got this sh*t out the trenches, i got this sh*t out the mud
turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
this what that money sound like
n*gga got this sh*t out the mud
ain’t sh*t to it but to do it, get this motherf*ckin’ paper, n*gga
this what that money sound like, yeah
got this sh*t out the trenches, i got this sh*t out the mud
turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
this what that money sound like
[verse 2: 22nd jim]
yeah, this what that pape’ do
diamonds hit behind the tint, i’m in a sp*ce coupe
keep the baddest hoes’ attention when i break through
and that lil’ hundred wasn’t nothin’, had to make two
n*ggas talk it, know that i walk it, really in motion
sippin’ drank mixed with the tesla my favorite potion
n*ggas closed the door on us, face, and we kicked it open
know this sh*t get deep for a n*gga, deep as the ocean
count up twenties, hundreds, fifties, love to count it up by hand
started out without a dollar, had a million*dollar plan
ran it up from trappin’ bags, state*to*state, i make ’em land
wavy gang to 22nd, we the n*ggas in our bags
[chorus: babyface ray & 22nd jim]
60k on the wrist, i tell them n*ggas keep up
i can’t hide it, i tried, n*ggas know that i’m up
this what that money sound like
got this sh*t out the trenches, i got this sh*t out the mud
turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
this what that money sound like
n*gga got this sh*t out the mud
ain’t sh*t to it but to do it, get this motherf*ckin’ paper, n*gga
this what that money sound like, yeah
60k on the wrist, i tell them n*ggas keep up
i can’t hide it, i tried, n*ggas know that i’m up
this what that money sound like
got this sh*t out the trenches, i got this sh*t out the mud
turn my problems to packs, turn my brothers to plugs
this what that money sound like
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