Mango Foo - All Dis Money lyrics

[Intro – Mango Foo] All this money, got so much money Money, money All this money, got so much money [Hook – Mango Foo] All this money, got money, got money in the trap All this money, got money, got money cause I rap All this money, so much money, put it in the bag All this money, got money, got these n***as mad All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, all this money So much money [Verse 1 :Migo Bands] All these dirty hundreds made the money counter jam I ain't got to count it cause a dollar weigh a gram n***a I got birds, I got birds, Trans-Ams Young rich n***a catching serves out the Lamb I'm sticking to the script, you get script if you get caught stealin' I fell in love money, I done think I had no feelings Count it up, count it up, looking at the calendar I don't know when I'm going out Word on the street if the plug serve me then we ain't seeing no drought [Hook] [Verse 2: Mango Foo] Mango the fool, I'm draped up in j**els I got paper like I'm in school My diamonds they wet like a pool You tryna take 'em, Fox 5, make the news I got money like I work at a bank OG gas bags all in the trap, got it stank Got a knife on the end of the rifle, get shanked Hit the water with the baking soda, f** around and faint Got a whole lot of money Trapping and capping I don't have a budget Underarm kush got the whole club musty Say your n***a real shooter but your gun clip rusty I come from the dirty like rugby Rode around, tryna call me Benny cause I been had hundreds In the kitchen whipping like George Foreman I bring it back like it's karma OKC the trap, we hit a n***a with the thunder [Hook] [Verse 3: Rich The Kid] All this money, got too many hundreds Only big fish and my b**h count twenties Mango, go hit em with the K though f** around and leave your brain gone Big chase, big money Bunch of our shoes cost 15 hundred More chains, more ice Might blind your b**h, that's on my life Young rich n***a from the bottom Made it from the bricks, you know we got 'em Hundred band cash on my robins Call Migo Bands, hit 'em with the carbon But your b**h can't whip it like me Ain't talking bout Alicia, got Keys n***a I'd rather be rich than famous f** your ho one night, b**h in Vegas [Hook]