Chorus
Trynna get dis money, bitch (yeah)
Midnight talks, dirty rich (mmm)
Got gold on the wrist, hunnids on my mind
You know how it is, yeah, it’s all by design (whoa)
Post-Chorus
Money, money, yeah yeah (money, money)
Stackin' high, can't lie (nah)
Oh oh, money, money, yeah yeah
Trynna get dis money, bitch
Verse 2
Slide through the city, crushed velvet seats (ayy)
Hustle in the marrow, groove deep in the streets (that’s right)
Sippin' slow, thick thighs in the dark room
Full lips, slick moves, heat comin' soon
Pre-Chorus
Backin' up your secrets, I can see the truth
You want it just as bad, you just love the proof (mmm)
From the gutter, never bluffin', I'm a living mood
Meet me at the top, drippin', both in the nude
Chorus
Trynna get dis money, bitch (yeah)
Midnight talks, dirty rich (dirty, dirty)
Got gold on the wrist, hunnids on my mind
You know how it is, yeah, it’s all by design
Post-Chorus
Money, money, yeah yeah (money, money)
Stackin' high, can't lie (nah)
Oh oh, money, money, yeah yeah
Trynna get dis money, bitch
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