Money

Yeah,

yeah

Money talk, I speak it fluent

Gold taste, cold face,

I do it Money the root when the room get lit Champagne

rain when I walk in this bitch Silk on the seats and

the watch on freeze Everything plush got a price like me I

don't want love if it don't make sense Cash make the gate

and the cash make friends Marble on the floor,

black card in the coat Whole damn world run smooth when I

float

If it shine, then money put the light on it

If it's rare, then money got a name on it

Every soft touch came with a cost on it

Say it plain, all luxury is bought,

isn't it Money make the silk feel softer

Money make the bad bitch come closer Money put the stars in

the glass all night Money at the core of the lavish life

Money make the doors swing open Money keep the whole damn world

in motion Everything rich got a dollar sign Money at the center,

every single time Penthouse view and the skyline split Leather so clean,

smell rich as shit Diamonds do tricks when the wristline turn Even

cold hearts let the bankroll burn Fur on the frame and the

art all loud Big boy talk when I walk through crowds Truth

stay ugly but the fit stay fine Money buy the velvet,

the taste, the time

No fairy tale in the fountain flow Somebody paid for the shine

you know

From the first damn chain to the last poured drink

Money in the middle of the way we think Money make the

silk feel softer Money make

the bad bitch come closer Money put the stars in the glass

all night Money at the core of

the lavish life Money make the doors swing open Money keep the

whole damn world in motion Everything rich got a dollar

sign Money at the center,

every single time Yeah,

yeah

Count it up, watch the whole room align

Money at the center every time