Money

Capo: 2nd fret

[Verse 1]
 F#m
Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real
               Em
I ride on his dick in some big tall heels
            F#m
Big fat checks, big large bills
            Em
Front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels
             F#m
Cold ass bitch, I give broads chills
                Em
Ten different looks and my looks all kill
                   F#m
I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills
                Em
He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels (Woo)
 
 
[Chorus]
F#m
I was born to flex (Yes)
 
Diamonds on my neck
                         Em
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo)
                                                    F#m
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
                            Em
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
                        F#m
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)
                  Em
All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow)
          F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
 
Bustin' out the roof
          Em
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
 
Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)
 F#m
Shake a lil ass (Money)
 
Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
 Em
Get a little cash (Money)
 
Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money)
      F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
 
Bustin' out the roof
       Em
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)
 
Bustin' out the roof (Cardi)
 
 
[Verse 2]
 F#m
I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit
 
I need room for my legs
        Em
I got a baby, I need some money, yeah
 
I need cheese for my egg
          F#m
All y'all bitches in trouble
 
Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle
 
I heard that Cardi went pop
   Em
Yeah, I did go pop (Pop)
 
That's me bustin' they bubble
 F#m
I'm Dasani with the drip
 
Baby mommy with the clip
                             Em
Walk out Follie's with a bitch
 
Bring a thottie to the whip
 
If she fine or she thick, goddamn
F#m
Walkin' past the mirror, ooh
 
Damn, I'm fine (Fine)
Em
Let a bitch try me, boom (Boom)
 
Hammer time, uh
 
 
[Chorus]
F#m
I was born to flex (Yes)
 
Diamonds on my neck
                        Em
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo)
                                                        F#m
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
 
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
                         Em
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)
 
All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow)
F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
 
Bustin' out the roof
Em
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
 
Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)
 F#m
Shake a lil ass (Money)
 
Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Em
Get a little cash (Money)
 
Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money)
F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
 
Bustin' out the roof
      Em
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)
 
Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)
 
 
[Verse 3]
 F#m
Bitch, I will pop on your pops (Your pops)
 
Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr)
Em
You know who popped the most shit? (Who?)
 
The people whose shit not together (Okay)
F#m
You'da bet Cardi a freak (Freak)
 
All my pajamas is leather (Uh)
Em
Bitch, I will black on your ass (Yeah)
 
Wakanda forever
F#m
Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun
 
Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
Em
Cardi at the tip-top, bitch
 
Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Uh)
F#m
Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy)
                          Em
Make that nigga put down 2K
 
I like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ
 
He gonna eat this ass like soup (Ayy)
 
 
[Chorus]
 F#m
I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
                              Em
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex
                                                     F#m
But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture
 
(Kulture, Kulture, Kulture)
 
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
                       Em
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)
 
All a bad bitch need is the
           Em
K.K.C (Woo)
 
 
[Outro]
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