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LYRICFLUENTMoney Mouf Lyrics by Tyga Tyga , YG, Saweetie
Below, you will find the lyrics for Money Mouf by Tyga.
One, two racks, I'ma blow that
Three, four, five, I'ma hold that
Six, seven, eight, I'ma show that
Nine, ten, racks, I'ma throw that
Ayy, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks
Run that back, nigga, no cap
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth at
Ayy, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth at
Ayy, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth
What's up lil' bitch, I invented racks
Brought a Brinks truck, bitch in love with that
Bitch I'm a king, like I'm playin' sack
The bitch tryna play me, I'ma play her back
Bitch hoppin' on my dick like a Jambo Jack
I'ma pay for her ass, I don't like it flat
I invest in you, I'ma get the money back
You know I got the Midas Touch, ta-da-da
I know you wanna fuck a rapper, fuck an athlete
Runnin' to the studio like a track meet
And I need a fat ass, it's a Black thing
Got a Chinese bitch, it's a Ling-Ling
One, two racks, I'ma blow that
Three, four, five, I'ma hold that
Six, seven, eight, I'ma show that
Nine, ten, racks, I'ma throw that
Ayy, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks
Run that back, nigga, no cap
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth at
Ayy, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth at
Ayy, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth
When I'm countin', I don't wanna speak
Runnin' games for seven days, man this nigga weak
Ooh, I love sloppy toppy but my Henny neat
Got the hottest nigga in the A between my sheets
You know Saweetie bad bitchin'
Triple plat' pussy, so you know it hit different
Big crib, peep how your baby livin'
If a nigga broke in, I wouldn't notice shit missin'
A bitch mad in the mirror 'cause she ain't me
Girl, I passed on your man, you should thank me
I'ma cold lil' piece, they should paint me
If I ran from the bank, it'd chase me
One, two racks, I don't want that
Three, four racks, I pour that
Five, six, shit I might hold that
Cashin' out on ones and throw that
Ayy, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks
Run that back, nigga, no cap
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth at
Ayy, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth at
Ayy, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth
All that ass in those jeans
I'm tryna get between
She ain't happy at home
That's how this lil' bitch got stole
Me and T in matchin' Lambs, we gon' fuck it up
Do the gingerbread man, we gon' run it up
Got a natural lil' thang, and she bad as fuck
She gon' hit the gym, fuck a tummy tuck
Fuck your ex nigga, fuck your next nigga
I'm your right now nigga, I'm your best nigga
I wanna pay for everything and have sex with you
Your old thang told you no, I'm your yes nigga
One, two racks, I'ma blow that
Three, four, five, I'ma hold that
Six, seven, eight, I'ma show that
Nine, ten, racks, I'ma throw that
Ayy, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks
Run that back, nigga, no cap
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth at
Ayy, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth at
Ayy, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your mothafuckin' mouth
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