Letras
Yeah, I squeeze a lemon, I squeeze a kiwi
It's lobster, ziti, and fettuccine
I cut them hoes off, Gonzales Speedy
Don't need no fake friends, they try to be me
So, so, more money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and
Look, money on me, all of this cash, I can't be low key
Ballin' on niggas like Curry for three
When it come to the flexing, guess who the OG?
Yeah, who else could it be?
Ask around, they'd tell you it's me
That's why these bitches be all on the D
I could teach you the game, come get a degree
Flew out to Cali and bought me some trees
Send 'em all back and I tripled the cheese
That's why the jeweler been making me freeze
I don't see no nigga fuckin' with me
Think I was HR, I'm after the G's
You chasin' these hoes, I'm chasin' the green
Flame with the loud, chase it with lean
All those blue hundreds been crimpin' my jeans
I remember when this shit was a dream
Seen my first hundred and now I'm a fiend
Seen my first hundred and now I'm a fiend
Ran up them racks and now it's a thing
More money for me
More money for me
More money for me
Yeah, I squeeze a lemon, I squeeze a kiwi
It's lobster, ziti, and fettuccine
I cut them hoes off, Gonzales Speedy
Don't need no fake friends, they try to be me
So, so, more money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and
Yeah, yeah, money for me
Need money for we, that's money for us
That's money to touch, that's money to clutch
I ship me some 'phones and meet you at brunch
That breakfast skillet with the Wagyu
Take a pic with your bitch and I'll tag you
No Shade Room, we'll drag you
I'm in Laquan Smith lookin' handsome
Damn, how could you be mad?
Y'all was them niggas before we arrived
Remember the day that they shot up the Chevy
We was with Nick, I was turnin' eleven
My birthday, baby Darrell was drivin'
He got us up out of the jam
When we got to the crib, your mama and 'nem was so pissed
I could see from the glance
Shoutout to my nigga Lance
That's probably why we so advanced
If you gettin' money then I'm gettin' money
And K and Sprance gettin' tan
Through the airport with the scan
Want the paper, gotta take a chance
You could do it too if you were playin'
I'm just glad I got a couple friends
Yeah, more money for me
More money for me
More money for me
Yeah, more money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and
I squeeze a lemon, I squeeze a kiwi
It's lobster, ziti, and fettuccine
I cut them hoes off, Gonzales Speedy
Don't need no fake friends, they try to be me
So, so, more money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and I
More money for me, myself and