作词 : Jeffery Williams

作曲 : Jeffery Williams

[Intro: Monty Python, Young Thug & Tommy Genesis]

Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly

With money, you can make a smash

There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money

There is nothing like a newly minted pound

(Money, money, money, money)

Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker

It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round

You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

Money, money, money makes the world go 'round

Who made the beat? Charlie (Yee)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]

Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)

I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)

I go military boys with the angles (Grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]

Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber)

Mount it— She in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)

Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (By the tens)

I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (Uh)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & Young Thug]

Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb

My chopper sing, it need autotune

Bad ***** in my hotel room

Take a Perky right before we ****, then act a fool (Fool)

Sad money, I got blue face diamonds

I'm at the top, and I'm gonna keep on climbin'

I got a gun on my hip, no silence

My mama told me, "Don't trust nobody"

Damn, mama, you seen it coming (Woo)

That's why I don't keep this heat for nothin'

Try me, then you're gettin' one (On God)

Plus one (Yeah), and a couple more, uh (Yeah)

Thirty shots when I am all done (Slatt)

Right, right? Did I do the math right? (Money, money, money)

Stomp 'em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath (Yeah, let's go)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]

Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)

I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)

I go military boys with the angles (Grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Nicki Minaj]

Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber)

Mount it— She in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)

Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (By the tens)

I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (Ayo)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Lettin' him get up in it when he came home

After a long bid, you know that sex game strong

Headed to the grip baby hang on

Ding-dong got that Alexander Wang on

Wait, free Thug

She heard that, "Hehe," and my, "Hehe" did the facepalm

Pretty no makeup, I ain't have to put my face on

Stay in your lane, don't get gassed at that station (Oop, yeah)

Give him the chills, I got him head over heels (Oop)

Sucking my toes while he massagin' my heels (Oop)

He want to lick the wrapper, no chance

They tryna ride my wave, but they end up on the sand (Oop)

I got wild hitters and hustlers all on my payroll (Payroll)

Type of niggas hit the block move the crack and that yayo (Yayo)

I got wild chicas who do whatever I say so (Say so)

'Bout that dinero, so, if you want me you gotta peso

Just put a couple grand in some rubber bands

******* want my look, couldn't get a glance

They wonder what I gross like, my name was Lance

It's Barbie, ***** just dropped like twenty mill' on Barbie Land

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]

Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)

I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)

I go military boys with the angles (Grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber)

Mount it— She in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)

Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (By the tens)

I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (Cobains)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]

Money on your dawg, they go— (Grrt)

On the sidewalk like he gettin' a tan (Grrah)

I grow micro-soft drinkin' oxygen (Grrah-grrah)

*****, I been a boss since a Goddamn kid (Woo)

Hop out on the block with it (With it)

Make him do the cha-cha-cha (Woo, skrrt)

I rode the Dropbox with your bae and I got my rocks off (Woo, got my rocks off)

She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci (Woo)

I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didn't eat her coochie

(On God)

I'm livin' life as a pimp (Yeah)

I'll put a ***** on your shrimp (Yeah)

I'm high in the sky like a blimp (High)

Ooh, I'll cop a Rolls-Royce first attempt (Skrrt)

What's the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah

When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah

You just showin' you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah (Let's go)

[Outro: Monty Python]

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money makes the–

Money, money, money makes the–

Money, money, money makes the world go 'round

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

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