MONEY RIGHT

[Intro]
8MOB
K Prince
Cody Cooke
I don't love her
I don't trust her
And if a nigga got a check I use a rubber
You can blame it on my mother
She love me like no other
Hey, hey

[Chorus]
You can tell that I made it
And I paid my dues
All these girls getting naked
They don't have a clue
Felling like a prince when I woke up
My money got me right, right, right right
(Hey!)
Feeling like a man when I pull up
My money got me right, right, right right

[Verse 1]
Little bitty's putting hickeys on my chest
Telling me she really want the sex
But all I want is neck
Watch her knees bimbo flex
When my gold dirty, bitches look at rolex, one check
You have a nigga runnin' with the choppa
Catch them slippin' in the bed, I'm eating on some lobster
All my homies down when I call 'em Eddie Munster
Mama say I'm growing up, I'm acting like my father
Hey! I'm a beast call me Kong-a
Nigga on the move like a Bronco
Need my money pronto
Now she getting naked in my condo
Gotta let her mind go
Let me push rewind slow
Ring around the rosie, got a pocket full of rollies
Picking bitches out the group but now they think I'm lonely
Then I changed the game when I pass it to the homie
She know the kid is all about the cheese but no bologna
Hey!

[Chorus]
You can tell that I made it
And I paid my dues
All these girls getting naked
They don't have a clue
Felling like a prince when I woke up
My money got me right, right, right right
(Hey!)
Feeling like a man when I pull up
My money got me right, right, right right

[Verse 2]
My dick game even better than my whip game
Switch lanes while she tugging on my gold chain
Way before I met yo' girl, you had no name
Now you rippin' off my shirt like Hulk Hogan
Touchin' on your wall like a roller
Ya fuckin' with a soulja
I can feel your spirit comin' closer
Caught you sittin' in a range rover
I came a long way from trustin' baking soda and odors
Hey! Imma party like a rockstar
Pullin' up the ganja and smokin' like a rasta
(Whoop) You can call it 'helicopter'
Even though a brother high, still gotta watch ya
Puttin' on my fitted, with my crown I'm so permitted
I know a lot of niggas hating, wonder how I did it
You can swag a jackin' but you still will never get it
You know I keep my pockets stuffed with bread like a biscuit

[Chorus]
You can tell that I made it
And I paid my dues
All these girls getting naked
They don't have a clue
Felling like a prince when I woke up
My money got me right, right, right right
(Hey!)
Feeling like a man when I pull up
My money got me right, right, right right
Felling like a prince when I woke up
My money got me right, right, right right
(Hey!)
Feeling like a man when I pull up
My money got me right, right, right right