I Want The Money

Tailor made suits, I'm smoking fruit
 Two seats in my car, that's a coupe
 No question mark, your girl know that I'm the truth
 She asked me what I want, and this is what I tell her
 Bitch I want the money
 Bitch I want the money
 Bitch I want the money
 Just bring it in sacks
 Bitch I want the money
 [?] on the beat, boy you know I'm killing shit
 I know you feeling me, but shit I'm feeling on your bitch
 3 5 in my blunt, that's a fat spliff
 And you know we making movies, shout out to Spiff
 Yeah, diamond looking like water
 Living for today, can't think about tomorrow
 Her flight [?], fly back to you tomorrow
 You know I'm killing verses, here's some bars you can borrow
 Ooh, got these niggas two stepping, they got the blues
 Take your bitch to meet Jimmy, Jimmy Choo
 Sitting at the table, yeah, mafia
 All I'm seeing is [?], bitches checking out my posterior
 Oops I mean my posture, eating on me some pasta
 Ooh I love some lobster, hit hard, move silent
 They like a mobster, thank God that he put me on this roster
 I want the money, what can you offer
 I got the money, bring the money machine
 She see them hundreds, they poking out the jeans
 She see my diamonds, they right on me
 Boy I'm super hot, you see the flame on me
 Yeah, bad bitch she from Cuba
 You made the news, you famous
 Shout out to my shooter
 Grab the gun, work like a Migo
 Shout out to Young Scooter
 Ass and titties in my studio, got it, I did from Hooters
 Living lavish, I want a palace
 Versace rugs as well, call me Aladdin
 Your man a hater but he look up to me
 Girl I'm a God
 Your girl in action when she ran up to me
 Oh my God
 But that shit right there cost me a pretty penny
 All these racks in my pockets, that's why my pants are skinny
 Yeah this [?] in sight, I might just do some grinning
 The bills got to get paid, so it's back to business