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 There is nothing like a newly minted pound Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker It's a countency that makes the world go round You can keep your marks as ways, for it's only just a phase It's money, money, money makes the world go round Money got low, big sharks on my ankles I drape out all my broad Cartier bangles I go military boys with the angles Gotta upgrade the stars out of space for me Lollapalooza, cash in a rubber band Mounted, she in barbin land Chop a count of diamonds, rock em by the teens Tell the street I ain't Kurt Cobain Fresh to death, Gucci on my tune My choppas ain't get any autotune Bad bitch in my hotel room Take a perky right before we f***ing act a fool 70, I got blue face diamonds I'm at the top and I'ma keep on climbing I got a g*** on my hip, no silence My mama told me don't trust nobody Damn mama, you seen it come That's why I won't keep this heat for nothing Try me then you get one Plus one and a couple more Thirty shots when I am all done Right, right, then I do the math right Stomp em out, rap, feel my rap, feel my rap My neck got lil' big sharks on my ankles I drape out all my broad Cartier bangles I go military boys with the angles Gotta upgrade the stars out of space for me Lollapalooza, cash in a rubber band Mounted, she in barbin land Chop a count of diamonds, rock em by the teens Toast, drink, egg, curd, coke Letting him get up in it when he came home After a long b***h, you know that sex game strong Headed to the brick, baby, hang on Ding dong, got that Alexander Wang on Wait, free thug She heard that he eating my, did the face palm Pretty, no makeup, I ain't have to put my face on Stay in your lane, don't get gas at that station Give him the chills, I got him head over hips Stuck in my toes, only massaging my heels He wanna lick the rapper, no chance They try to rob my wave, but they end up on the sand I got wild hitters and hustlers all on my payroll Type in, hit the block, move the crack in that yayo I got wild chicas who do whatever I say so Mouth that Donato, so if you want me, you gotta bet so Just put a couple grand in some rubber bands B*****s want my look, couldn't get a glance They wonder what I grow, it's like my name was Lance It's Barbie, b*****s drop like 20 mil on Barbieland My neck got lil' big sharks on my ankles I drape out off my bra, I call it Yabangles I go military, boys, with the angles Gotta upgrade the stars out of space for me Lollapalooza, cash in a rubber band Mounted, she in Barbie land Drop a count of diamonds, walk on by the tens On the street, ain't curtain callin' Money on the dog, they go On the sidewalk, he give me ten I grow Microsoft, drink it, that's a check Been a boss since I got them kids Hop out on the block with it, make him do the cha-cha-cha I wrote the rock box with your baby and I got my rocks off She's out the side, side by me and they with Gucci I've been to Oman, I've been to Pittsburgh and I've been in the Gucci I live and life as a pimp I put a bitch on you shrimps I'm high in the sky like a BAM Cop a Roll Royce for some town What's the definition of real, yeah, yeah, yeah When you new, yeah, yeah, yeah You just showing you still, yeah, yeah, yeah Money, money, money makes the world go round Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money