Money Loud

[Hook:]

If you bout that paper nigga, this the anthem

Money loud, pockets having temper tantrums

Money loud, oh yes that money loud

20'S, 50's, 100's till we stack a hundred thou

Too many broke niggas, push the crowd back

Ya'll got that reggie, bitch we got that loud bag

Money loud, yea bitch that money loud

20'S, 50's, 100's till we stack a hundred thou

Dirty money, that's that puffy combs

Shaquille o'neal, that mean your money long

Money loud, yeah bitch that money loud

20'S, 50's, 100's till we stack a hundred thou

[Verse 1: Los]

Ay yo, pull up in that bentley, bumpin' benjamin stuntin'

Money old but I'm young, my pockets on benjamin button

20'S 50's & 100's, you a george washington baller

You go nuts at the mall, I must go george washington carver

I said your girl get alot of brain

It's ironic that I called her dumb

She looked at my swag and said man he's fresh

So I fucked her while bumpin' tha carter 1

One bitch said your bright lane cold, I said but my rollie hot

My niggas get that dirty bread, wholy-moly donut shop

I'm pimpin' just stop it, if your bitch is the topic

She go for my sack so much, I feel like I'm vick in the pocket

You know I scramble and duck her, you hold her hand & you cuff her

I guess she lickin' the rapper because her man is a sucker

I said, I said if she this knot then she gon drop that, drop that

I give her peach ciroc, it make her box wet

My game butter, it will make your honey roll

And nigga you ain't gettin money if your money fold

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Los]

I got these knots in my pocket, this is not what you want

They say I'm over the top, I say my top in my trunk

I'm the ray rice of my crew, you know my block in the front

Give me that thang and I run it, it ain't no option to punt

I'm screaming, wooo

Riding back to back look like a chevy club

Them blades poking out, I call em freddy gloves

I could just giuseppe bitches or I could mink hoes

Cause I make that paper double like I work at kinko's

If I knock your honey down, I gotta peel her off me

Yea she know my money loud, I'm talkin gilbert gotfried

She let me get it first, then my homies go slam her

I fucked her in the coupe while bumpin' tony montana

My money loud, like why worry

Your money quiet, like libraries

My game butter, it will make your honey roll

And nigga you ain't gettin money if your money fold

[Hook]