[Intro]
(AJ, what you cookin'?)
Aye, aye, aye, aye, what?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, look
[Verse 1: J. Lock]
They want the money talk
Fuck it so I give ‘em money talk (I give 'em money talk)
I hopped in the Benz like Tony Stark (Skrrt, skrrt)
The chain blingin' on me a sunny walk
I'm big but they try the little dog
'Til they hop in the cage, it's a Rottweiler
A lil actions and a lot of talk
Man, you niggas a whole bunch of Marty Mars
Man, listen, man, I fell in love with this shit
Keep it a band, can't love me a bitch
Lies if you heard I'm cuffin’ a trick (What?)
Fuck shawty, wanna cuddle and shit
Hoe so you know I'm duckin’ a kiss
Still she can comе and suck on this sh-
Told her, “please, makе it fast and quick”
She said, “why you in a rush and shit?”
You know what it is
[Chorus: J. Lock & Finesse2Tymes]
Money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo
Money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag and shit
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag get to the bag
Need that money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo
Money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo (I need more)
Get to the, get to the bag and shit (I need more)
Get to the bag and shit (I need more)
Get to the, get to the bag and shit (I need some money)
Get to the bag get to the bag (need some muhfuckin' money)
[Verse 2: Finesse2Tymes]
Nah, I ain't gone say I'm the G.O.A.T
But I'm dope, came in on a boat
Half mill' on my neck, I’m a soap
Anti social, made a million and spoke (I'm woke)
I ain't talkin unless it's ‘bout some money (It's ‘bout some money)
Fuck beef ‘cause these niggas baloney (Baloney)
I pray to God I don't see the opp
‘Cause lord knows I’ma shoot the whole hundred (Blrrrt)
Check they reaction, subliminal caption
It's crazy ‘cause now I’m a target (A target)
A year ago they hung me up like a hanger
And left me inside of the closet
I teach the jits how to come up from nothin’
They don't wanna listen, they clutchin’ and bustin’
These niggas ain't comin’ up in my discussion
For every action is a repercussion, I'ma get 'em
[Chorus: J. Lock]
Money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo
Money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag and shit
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag get to the bag
Need that money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo
Money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag and shit
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag get to the bag
Nigga don't miss (What?)
[Verse 3: J. Lock]
I been really on the scene, really I’m a bag fiend
Dr. Seuss, I don't mind every thing green
As long ham come with cheese
I came from nothin’, man, I had to leave
Pops, he was drunk, couldn't stand on his feet
Man, it was tough, couldn't get sleep
Now first class gettin’ Z's, man, goddamn (Man, goddamn)
Country nigga from the ‘Sip side, now the boy slidin’ like damn (Woah)
Man, I'm hotter than a fish fry
Yeah, the boy slidin’ like damn (Man, goddamn)
Swear I'm not goin’ back, lay it on the mat, Bigelow Bam
Only thing on my mind, really all the time is that-
[Chorus: J. Lock]
Money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo
Money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag and shit
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag get to the bag
Need that money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo
Money (Money), money (Money)
Money (Money), money, woo
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag and shit
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag get to the bag
Nigga don't miss
