(Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah)
(Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah)
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
I'ma go get me some money
Picking up the credit from a junkie
Wash it off in church upon a Sunday
Hallelujah I know God refund me
Lost out on love and discovered some racks
Now all of a sudden her heart is attached
Just a few months ago she wouldn't latch
Keep that same energy I gotta match (Yeah)
I tried to tell these people you know they wouldn't believe
Reciprocate the manifestations that you perceive
Every time I spit it give my persona relief
Amazon river I'm overflowing with streams (Yeah)
I remember minimum wage my minimum days
Now I'm having stacks stacks stacks
Rich in my spirit got racks racks racks
You take it all I'm still that that that nigga (Yeah)
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
I'ma go get me some money
I'm a young prodigy what you expect
I feel the God in me what a connect
Embrace the failure that come with success
The intangible items most niggas possess
Doesn't quite satisfy my spirit ever
I'm not enticed by your Maison Margielas
I am a king without expensive leather, I'm clever
People I'm a big dog, big racks
Big Ben say it's my time, that's big facts
Bigger purpose gotta make my impact
Independent screaming f*ck yo contract
I'm with my TSA-COC niggas
Chase B-A-Gs we don't wanna be niggas
You see to most we are just some street niggas
We strive to be them financial free niggas (Yeah)
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
Travius Keandric - Money Lyrics
Travius Keandric - Money Lyrics
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(Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah)
(Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah)
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
I'ma go get me some money
Picking up the credit from a junkie
Wash it off in church upon a Sunday
Hallelujah I know God refund me
Lost out on love and discovered some racks
Now all of a sudden her heart is attached
Just a few months ago she wouldn't latch
Keep that same energy I gotta match (Yeah)
I tried to tell these people you know they wouldn't believe
Reciprocate the manifestations that you perceive
Every time I spit it give my persona relief
Amazon river I'm overflowing with streams (Yeah)
I remember minimum wage my minimum days
Now I'm having stacks stacks stacks
Rich in my spirit got racks racks racks
You take it all I'm still that that that nigga (Yeah)
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
I'ma go get me some money
I'm a young prodigy what you expect
I feel the God in me what a connect
Embrace the failure that come with success
The intangible items most niggas possess
Doesn't quite satisfy my spirit ever
I'm not enticed by your Maison Margielas
I am a king without expensive leather, I'm clever
People I'm a big dog, big racks
Big Ben say it's my time, that's big facts
Bigger purpose gotta make my impact
Independent screaming f*ck yo contract
I'm with my TSA-COC niggas
Chase B-A-Gs we don't wanna be niggas
You see to most we are just some street niggas
We strive to be them financial free niggas (Yeah)
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
(Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah)
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
I'ma go get me some money
Picking up the credit from a junkie
Wash it off in church upon a Sunday
Hallelujah I know God refund me
Lost out on love and discovered some racks
Now all of a sudden her heart is attached
Just a few months ago she wouldn't latch
Keep that same energy I gotta match (Yeah)
I tried to tell these people you know they wouldn't believe
Reciprocate the manifestations that you perceive
Every time I spit it give my persona relief
Amazon river I'm overflowing with streams (Yeah)
I remember minimum wage my minimum days
Now I'm having stacks stacks stacks
Rich in my spirit got racks racks racks
You take it all I'm still that that that nigga (Yeah)
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
I'ma go get me some money
I'm a young prodigy what you expect
I feel the God in me what a connect
Embrace the failure that come with success
The intangible items most niggas possess
Doesn't quite satisfy my spirit ever
I'm not enticed by your Maison Margielas
I am a king without expensive leather, I'm clever
People I'm a big dog, big racks
Big Ben say it's my time, that's big facts
Bigger purpose gotta make my impact
Independent screaming f*ck yo contract
I'm with my TSA-COC niggas
Chase B-A-Gs we don't wanna be niggas
You see to most we are just some street niggas
We strive to be them financial free niggas (Yeah)
I'ma go get me some money
I'ma go get me a bag
They don't want me to have nothing
They want me stuck in the past
I'm taking trips out to London
Parasailing all in France
I done made it over mountains
Now I'm chilling in the sand
Writer: Travius Richardson
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