Money

Capo: 2nd fret [Verse 1] F#m Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real Em I ride on his dick in some big tall heels F#m Big fat checks, big large bills Em Front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels F#m Cold ass bitch, I give broads chills Em Ten different looks and my looks all kill F#m I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills Em He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels (Woo) Chorus F#m I was born to flex (Yes) Diamonds on my neck Em I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo) F#m But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money) Em All I really wanna see is the (Money) F#m I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) Em All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow) F#m I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof Em I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow) F#m Shake a lil ass (Money) Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money) Em Get a little cash (Money) Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money) F#m I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof Em I got bands in the coupe (Brrr) Bustin' out the roof (Cardi) [Verse 2] F#m I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit I need room for my legs Em I got a baby, I need some money, yeah I need cheese for my egg F#m All y'all bitches in trouble Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle I heard that Cardi went pop Em Yeah, I did go pop (Pop) That's me bustin' they bubble F#m I'm Dasani with the drip Baby mommy with the clip Em Walk out Follie's with a bitch Bring a thottie to the whip If she fine or she thick, goddamn F#m Walkin' past the mirror, ooh Damn, I'm fine (Fine) Em Let a bitch try me, boom (Boom) Hammer time, uh Chorus F#m I was born to flex (Yes) Diamonds on my neck Em I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo) F#m But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money) All I really wanna see is the (Money) Em I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow) F#m I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof Em I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow) F#m Shake a lil ass (Money) Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money) Em Get a little cash (Money) Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money) F#m I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof Em I got bands in the coupe (Brrr) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow) [Verse 3] F#m Bitch, I will pop on your pops (Your pops) Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr) Em You know who popped the most shit? (Who?) The people whose shit not together (Okay) F#m You'da bet Cardi a freak (Freak) All my pajamas is leather (Uh) Em Bitch, I will black on your ass (Yeah) Wakanda forever F#m Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some Em Cardi at the tip-top, bitch Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Uh) F#m Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy) Em Make that nigga put down 2K I like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ He gonna eat this ass like soup (Ayy) Chorus F#m I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck Em I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex F#m But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture (Kulture, Kulture, Kulture) All I really wanna see is the (Money) Em I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) All a bad bitch need is the Em K.K.C (Woo) Outro F#m Em (Money) Money (Money) (Money) (Money) (Money) (Money) (Money)