Blue Cash (World Go Round) (Feat. Juice WRLD)

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

Money, money, money makes the world go 'round (Yee!)

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 (Gah-gah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me (Yeah)

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

Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)

Chopper count up diamonds, rock 'em by the 10s (By the 10s)

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

Money on your dawg and go bust his brains (Grrt)

Leave him on the sidewalk like he gettin' a tan (Graow)

I grow micro-soft drinkin' oxygen (Graow)

Bitch, I been a boss since a god damn kid (Woo!)

Hop out on the block with a AK, make him do the cha-cha-cha (Skrrt, skrrt)

I rode the roadblocks with your bae and I got my rocks off

(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 bitch 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)

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 (Gah-gah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me (Yeah)

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

Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)

Chopper count up diamonds, rock 'em by the 10s (By the 10s)

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

Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb

My chopper sing, it need autotune

Bad bitch in my hotel room

Take a perky right before we fuck, then act a 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

I want these niggas to hear the violence

Momma told me "Don't trust nobody"

Damn, momma, you seen it coming

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

Try me, then you're gettin' one

Plus one and a couple more, uh

30 shots when I am all done

Right, right? Did I do the math right?

Stomp 'em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath

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 (Gah-gah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me (Yeah)

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

Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)

Chopper count up diamonds, rock 'em by the 10s (By the 10s)

I'm just drinkin' Act, Kurt Cobain

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

Money