Remy Banks – Money. (feat. Slayter) letras

Remy Banks – Money. (feat. Slayter) letras

[Hook: Remy Banks & Slayter]
Nigga ain’t no money like show money
No money like blow money
Snow money like no money
Who the fuck is you? I don’t know, money
Got new money
Got old money
Got drug money
Got ho money
Fuck this rap shit that shit slow money
Rather hit the block and get fasho money
Fasho money
Couple dollars you looking hungry
Funny money got ’em laughing
Cause you looking crummy
Got bloody money
Circumstances got ’em running from me
No matter how far they get
It comes right back to me
Back to me
Get the paper then I blow money
Blow money
Snow bunny with her nose runny
Throw her twenty
Make her ass hit the store for me
Drive the whip city-to-city
On the road money

[Verse 1: Remy Banks]
I done seen money turn righteous niggas evil
Hit the switch up on they people for a slice of the pie
I don’t know how you let that paper chase deceive you
Cause I could never let a dime disturb my brothers and I
We moving towards longevity dough
Got our eyes on the prize
Treasure chest full of rubies and gold
Smoking on a charter island
Bags of money parachuting from the sky
The life I’m trying to live ’til I go
You feel me though?
[Verse 2: Slayter]
I ain’t been able to write lately
I’ve been lacking passion
Seeing things happen but I kept writing
My bitch heard my song was about her
She got excited
Whatever drugs I pass to her
She gonna hide it
I need that richer-than-your-father money
Crib near Fordham where I hide the money
We multiply the money
Me and my niggas we divide the money
So much paper we might die with money
And you can’t take it from me

[Hook: Remy Banks & Slayter]
Nigga ain’t no money like show money
No money like blow money
Snow money like no money
Who the fuck is you? I don’t know, money
Got new money
Got old money
Got drug money
Got ho money
Fuck this rap shit that shit slow money
Rather hit the block and get fasho money
Fasho money
Couple dollars you looking hungry
Funny money got ’em laughing
Cause you looking crummy
Got bloody money
Circumstances got ’em running from me
No matter how far they get
It comes right back to me
Back to me
Get the paper then I blow money
Blow money
Snow bunny with her nose runny
Throw her twenty
Make her ass hit the store money
Drive the whip city-to-city
On the road money