Lil Pentagram, Baeza, Young Toke$ - Money Up Lyrics

Get money fuck bitches get money fuck bitches 
We dope boys I got boys that spray ya city block
Ain't  got no fuck boys on my squad we only run it up
Bitch get yo money up yo money up yo money up yeah
I get my money up my money up my money up yeah

Now she can twerk how she work on the pole for the dollars
I'm just a dawg on the block tryna pop my collar
Come Fuck with me smoke this weed yeah that indoor that fire
I put you on swear to god I get you outta the fire

We dope boys I got boys that spray ya city block
Ain't  got no fuck boys on my squad we only run it up
Bitch get yo money up yo money up yo money up yeah
I get my money up my money up my money up yeah

You ain't gotta ask got the thang on me
Fill the bag because I'm moe
Money gang worship I'm in love with the bag
I remember days it was looking real sad
Now we hoping out foreigns bitch I gotta  it out the trap
She know what to do throw it back back back
Gotta slow it down I been burning through these stacks

Three bad bitches in the back seat they classy
French inhale with the wood that they pass me
I come from the hood where it get real nasty
I stay with the thang you ain't even gotta ask me
Aye you ain't even Gotta ask Me

She know what to do throw it back back back 
In the streets you can catch me with a trap back pack
Blowing Trees wit yo bitch bet he don't like that 
Smoke a p in this bitch but i rather bread stack

We dope boys I got boys that spray ya city block
Ain't  got no fuck boys on my squad we only run it up
Bitch get yo money up yo money up yo money up yeah
I get my money up my money up my money up yeah

I been down but I'm up give a fuck got a snub in the club send me love in vill
With a hundred lil strips got a bad lil Bitch super thick in the hips what you mean
Cause I got it by the p keep it glizzy lil baby I'm a G
Mix the sprite with The z now I'm twisty
She a freak off the liquor she gone listen
Hop in the ride and slide roll another wood get high
I Could see the hate from the side line boy you know you playing with yo life line
Come alive in the night time all black Baby i don't fight crime
If you wanna smoke then I'm prime time bad bitch with me call it fine wine 

We dope boys I got boys that spray ya city block
Ain't  got no fuck boys on my squad we only run it up
Bitch get yo money up yo money up yo money up yeah
I get my money up my money up my money up yeah