The Joint Committee - Money Right lyrics

[Chorus: Squay] I got my money right (x4) [Verse 1: Squay] You cannot tell me sh**, b**h, I got my money right You cannot tell me nothing 'bout the bricks, nothing about the white You cannot tell me nothing 'bout the Actavis, I love that dirty Sprite You cannot tell me nothing 'bout that b**h, I f** her tonight, whoa Run in your trap and take all of your customers That's your b**h? She picking up for me The bricks in the plastic, she wrapping it for me What I say go then they doin' it for me She droppin' it low and she doin' it for me, hey, hey [Verse 2: Yung Mung] You got a strap? I will co*k it and shoot From the block to the booth, from her to Bangkok I count up my money and stack to the roof I capture the truth, pour it on tracks with my views And I sell it out the back of the booth I got my money right, you're dazed and confused I'm back and the fact is your ego is bruised I got my money right [Chorus] [Verse 3: J Gudda] Got your b**h, she s**ing my dick She know I got my money right, I'm stacking this sh** I'm in the trap every day A young n***a, tryna get him some motherf**ing cake Got your b**h, both of them a dyke She got your b**h, both of them wanna f** me tonight Tryna make a million, no ceilings This is J Gudda [Chorus]