Young Thug - Make A Lot lyrics

[Hook] I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money [Bridge] I make a whole lot of money I blow a whole lot of paper We fit each other right like a blazer [Verse 1] We argue, we fight, and we fuss And we f** and we muggin' each other I eat it, I lick it I treat it, I don't wanna leave it defeated Come on and f** on me Run from me, buck on me, yeah Put luck on me, pull up on me Feel ups on me, s** gifts on me f** is you hatin' for? I am so different, come have a tour I caught him disturbin' the peace And I left him extinct like a dinosaur Drownin' in mud like a muh'f**in' rhinoceros I didn't think that she was a freak but she kinda was Yeah she was a freaky little b**h I didn't get a chance to even eat that little b**h Do you mind if I creep that little b**h I'm gone, when I f** a b**h, I'm straight outta the trenches Do you mind if I need that little b**h? Do you mind if I feed her to the clique? If you mind I don't ever wanna be rich And I'ma rip that money up with my clique like a pick, yeah [Bridge] I make a whole lot of money I blow a whole lot of paper We fit each other right like a blazer [Hook] I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money [Verse 2] Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks Hit it from the back and I can't see nothin' like a cataract Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Standin' back, lookin' like I'm bammin' it Smokin' packs lookin' at you runnin' that I'ma die lookin' at your humble a** Come in, baby, that's my mama, baby My heart racin' and I'm so impatient Call Metro and let leak speed racer Cook that dope up, but no Easy Baker I swear to God I [?] I was too busy buyin' acres That's my b**h, n***a that's my b**h She can never come f** you if she's my b**h Gold VVS' I go Mitch And I swear you gon' get hit if it's a hit b**h I've been the boss of ever since All my f**in' cups dirty like a ditch I'm in beast mode like Marshawn Lynch And if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense But me? I swear... [Hook] I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money I make a lot of money [Bridge] I make a whole lot of money I blow a whole lot of paper We fit each other right like a blazer