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Money Up Video (MV)




Performed By: MadeinTYO
Featuring: Toro y Moi
Length: 2:51
Written by: Malcolm Jamaal Davis, Chazwick Bradley Bundick




MadeinTYO - Money Up Lyrics
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[ Featuring Toro y Moi ]

(Hello, my name is Chaz)
Ooh
Ooh

Uh, uh, bitch you know you lyin', no cap (okay)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back (ooh, ooh)
Get your money up, don't f*ck the money up
Uh, get your money up, don't f*ck the money up
Bih we know you lyin', no cap (oh)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back
Uh, get your money up, don't f*ck the money up
Uh, get your money up, don't f*ck the money up (skrr)

So much needle on, I need a doctor (ooh)
Uh, thought I knew that bih, okay that's not her (okay)
F*ck 12, I can't stand a copper (f*ck 12)
Free Tay K, you 'posed to be out here (ooh)
Get that money up, yeah, don't f*ck the money up
Uh, I could get your boobs done, your tummy tucked
But she ain't gotta touch it if it's perfect
I don't wanna hit it, 'less it's worth it
Hit it from the back, okay, she forfeit
Throw the towel in, throw the towel in
Let's take a lil' trip now we stylin' (nyoom)
Let's take a lil' trip now we stylin' (okay)

Uh, uh, bitch you know you lyin', no cap (ooh)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back
Get your money up, don't f*ck the money up
Uh, get your money up, don't f*ck the money up (skrrr)

This a tour, not a boys night (no)
Too mature for these joyrides (how? Ooh)
Money heavy, gotta keep an eye
On my people, on my baby, where they all reside (ooh)
Cut the cheque, now I'm verified, ayy
Cop the check, now I'm worth the time, ayy
Check the cops, make 'em pay the fines
Riot in the street, like all the time (ooh)
Damn
Murder, murder, murder she wrote (she wrote)
Why they gotta hit so low? (So low, ooh)
Undertaker, stay in the floor (floor)
Why they gotta pistol blow? (Blow)
Crowds roarin', that shit clear my mic
Crowd surfin', kicked out all the lights (ooh)
Admission goin' up every night
Makin' me think twice, I'm like f*ck, what's my line?

Uh, uh, bitch you know you lyin', no cap (ooh)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back
Get your money up, don't f*ck the money up
Uh, get your money up, don't f*ck the money up (skrr)
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(Hello, my name is Chaz)
Ooh
Ooh

Uh, uh, bitch you know you lyin', no cap (okay)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back (ooh, ooh)
Get your money up, don't f*ck the money up
Uh, get your money up, don't f*ck the money up
Bih we know you lyin', no cap (oh)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back
Uh, get your money up, don't f*ck the money up
Uh, get your money up, don't f*ck the money up (skrr)

So much needle on, I need a doctor (ooh)
Uh, thought I knew that bih, okay that's not her (okay)
F*ck 12, I can't stand a copper (f*ck 12)
Free Tay K, you 'posed to be out here (ooh)
Get that money up, yeah, don't f*ck the money up
Uh, I could get your boobs done, your tummy tucked
But she ain't gotta touch it if it's perfect
I don't wanna hit it, 'less it's worth it
Hit it from the back, okay, she forfeit
Throw the towel in, throw the towel in
Let's take a lil' trip now we stylin' (nyoom)
Let's take a lil' trip now we stylin' (okay)

Uh, uh, bitch you know you lyin', no cap (ooh)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back
Get your money up, don't f*ck the money up
Uh, get your money up, don't f*ck the money up (skrrr)

This a tour, not a boys night (no)
Too mature for these joyrides (how? Ooh)
Money heavy, gotta keep an eye
On my people, on my baby, where they all reside (ooh)
Cut the cheque, now I'm verified, ayy
Cop the check, now I'm worth the time, ayy
Check the cops, make 'em pay the fines
Riot in the street, like all the time (ooh)
Damn
Murder, murder, murder she wrote (she wrote)
Why they gotta hit so low? (So low, ooh)
Undertaker, stay in the floor (floor)
Why they gotta pistol blow? (Blow)
Crowds roarin', that shit clear my mic
Crowd surfin', kicked out all the lights (ooh)
Admission goin' up every night
Makin' me think twice, I'm like f*ck, what's my line?

Uh, uh, bitch you know you lyin', no cap (ooh)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back
Get your money up, don't f*ck the money up
Uh, get your money up, don't f*ck the money up (skrr)
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Writer: Malcolm Jamaal Davis, Chazwick Bradley Bundick
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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