Gucci Mane - Making Money lyrics

[Verse 1:] God damn a little boy got M’s On my wall lives 100 eggplants They say you got money, nothing else matters But two things n***a, family matters most I got money and I smoke, smoke, smoke I pray to god I don’t ever go broke I ain’t never ever stopped selling dope And I’ll never stop buying mink coats My girl [?] got a pink diamond choker Yellow diamond necklace costa [?] She got a walk kinda slow cause she’s a meal ticket I only f** with bad b**hes, Gucci real picky I got a city b**h, a country b**h, turn me up a lil bit I gave you a lot of it, y’all ain’t seen the half of it I got 30 squares, p**y n***a do the math of it I got good aim, p**y n***a Gucci accurate [Hook:] Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money You keep making comics, Imma keep making commas You keep making co*kpits, but I keep making commas Money don’t make you real, but I really do got money You keep chasing p**y, and I keep chasing money [Verse 2:] Can’t stop me n***a, can’t block me n***a Better chill, sit back and just watch me n***a Getting so much top might top that n***a Imma open up shop, come shop young n***a Been Guwop, let’s shootout n***a Tell the f** n***a up to 2Pac n***a She sleep in my bed and she give me good head But she still worrying bout what the b**h gon say Still saying Imma get rich one day Imma get money every goddamn day Broke a** n***as can’t get no date In the club, singing out, shawty swing my way Money will talk like a high top fade I’m a rich kid, baby who wanna come play? At the club live on a Sunday, screaming out free my n***a Fortre Sir Mixalot, my [?] are on broadway Serve bricks a lot, I got so much yay She a filthy b**h, she got a filthy twat I can tell that the b**h s**s dicks a lot I started off a nick bag, ran it up to a big bag Never friends with a sh**bag, get glad or get mad [Hook]