A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Money Sprung lyrics

[Intro – A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Money sprung, money sprung [Hook/Chorus – A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] F--k it, I’m back with another one F--k it up and do another one My n----s do not shoot dirty guns Shoot it up and get another one I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I’m falling in love with ’em I keep on counting them hundreds my n---a, I think that I’m money sprung Money sprung, money sprung, my n---a, I think I’m money sprung Money sprung, money sprung, my n---a, I think I’m money sprung I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I’m falling in love with ’em I keep on counting them hundreds my n---a, I think that I’m money sprung [Verse 1 – A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Track after track and another one, know that’s a hit, they can’t f--k with us N---a, you don’t gotta like me to understand where I’m coming from I know would eat it, what’s up, don’t chew on the d--k like a bubble gum Told herself to be the plug, now everybody wanna f--k with her Everybody need love, everybody need d** Nobody wanna be a dub Every fight I put on probably cost me like a dub I’m way too up, they can’t keep up Yeah, yeah I’m way too stuck, I faced two cups Yeah, yeah My chain it look like a puck My n---a, I’m icy as f--k Yeah, yeah I feel like the King of New York My j**eler is better than yours Yeah, yeah A hundred sitting on my neck Another hundred on the arm Yeah, yeah I put the city on my back How can I ever go wrong? Yeah, yeah I don’t need no groupie love Go holla at my n---a Don (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I put my number in your phone, just DM me if it was wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah I told her my name is Artist Now she wanna call me Arty Telling me about a party Told her, “I’m the one performing” F--k it up before the party started [Hook/Chorus – A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] F--k it, I’m back with another one F--k it up and do another one My n----s do not shoot dirty guns Shoot it up and get another one I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I’m falling in love with ’em I keep on counting them hundreds my n---a, I think that I’m money sprung Money sprung, money sprung, my n---a, I think I’m money sprung Money sprung, money sprung, my n---a, I think I’m money sprung I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I’m falling in love with ’em I keep on counting them hundreds my n---a, I think that I’m money sprung [Verse 2 – Don Q] I’m ahead of the race Flooring the gas, I’m pa**ing the cops that I lead on a chase If they come find out this weapon I placed They might just give me a federal case All of my folks has a residue taste Rollie presidential when that presidential Counting blue strips with the President face I got the votes, don’t you ever debate Yeah, yeah I got a chef at the crib, little hoe, I don’t never do dates Yeah, yeah We are not looking for friends, so, ain’t no competitors safe Yeah, yeah Five in the morning, I’m drinking on dirty, it’s never too late Yeah, yeah Leaving the spot had to switch up the whip, they was checking the plates I’m still a menace I do what I say and I won’t give a f--k if you feel offended You selling your soul just to get attention I crept with a pole ’cause I feel the tension Trappers, they love me They throw on that Don, they get on that road with a pigeon in it Little b---h you know me, I’m really the Don I don’t gotta try hard to fit the image Look at my cup, it’s Dirty Diana I dropped two bananas and shook up the Fanta Booked in Atlanta I go to the club with the paper and I throw a book on the dancer I am the one they was counting out Now I get hundreds and count it out Designer s--t, they can’t pronounce it I’m styling out, they tryna spell it and sound it out Yeah, yeah