Money On Money Lyrics – Young Thug

Read the full Money On Money lyrics by Young Thug along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Young Thug’s music, you can also explore Gun In Yo Purse and Closing Arguments, two other songs by Young Thug.

[Intro: Young Thug]
(Wheezy outta here)
(808 Mafia)
The Wagster, turn on your song
Yeah, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I’m spendin this s*it on my b!tch and my kids
I’m sitting in the Bent’, not the Benz
This motherfu*ker pink slip, n!gga, no rent
I don’t want you going to do nothing if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fu*k n!ggas telling for nothing and I gotta be the one calling ’em friends
Uh, drop top Rolls-Royce, I don’t know the kind, I don’t know the name of it
Fu*ked this lil’ b!tch last night and this morning, but I don’t know the name of her
She told that pu*sy, she don’t know nothing about him and it fu*ked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my n!gga, the same mud

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Mama, you a thot (Uh)
I don’t want shots (Uh)
Brother, you a rat (My brother)
Twin, you a pack (Twin)
Running through Saks
Louis V slacks (Louis)
Hermès trench (Hermès)
Swimming pool heated (Ooh)
Yeah, she ain’t tryna eat it (She ain’t tryna what?)
Shawty, you can beat it (B!tch)
Drinking two-liter, ride a two-seater (Uh, uh), riding with a eater (B!tch)
Calling me papi, I’m calling her mami and señorita (Uh, yeah, all of it)
I ain’t being cocky, but I been putting on ever since beepers (No kizzy)
Fu*k me good the first day, a n!gga might keep her (Fu*k a n!gga good)
Blowing money fast like a fu*king cheetah (Mm, that’s good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas (Ah)
Bugatti Spyder, whipping that b!tch from the side

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I’m spendin this s*it on my b!tch and my kids (Put this s*it up for my kids)
I’m sitting in the Bent’, not the Benz
This motherfu*ker pink slip, n!gga, no rent (No rent, n!gga)
I don’t want you going to do nothing if I gotta be the one tell you to spin (Hah)
These fu*k n!ggas telling for nothing and I gotta be the one calling ’em friends (On God)
Uh, drop top Rolls-Royce, I don’t know the kind, I don’t know the name of it (I don’t know the name of it)
Fu*ked this lil’ b!tch last night and this morning, but I don’t know the name of her (What’s her name?)
She told that pu*sy, she don’t know nothing about him and it fu*ked his fame up (Haha)
We want the same mud, not the green, my n!gga, the same mud

[Interlude: Future & Young Thug]
You identify my b!tches with APs
She ain’t got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belong to the streets (Ski)

[Verse 2: Future]
Uh-huh, spoiled lil’ b!tch wearing a Patek (Huh)
Rose gold snake, she a baddie (Uh-huh)
Transport foreign, go slatty (Uh-huh)
Dogging out a ho like Shaggy (Beep)
Could’ve went Spec’, went Caddy (Ah)
Pull up with the cutter, we ready, yeah
Fu*ked the opp b!tch, I’m petty (Ah)
Iced out bolognese spaghetti, yeah
First off gotta go baguettie (Slime)
Talk less, do more spinning, yeah
Walk down, s*it’ll get drenchy, uh
Turnt the whole city up litty (Skrrt)
Bad b!tch could’ve went viddy (Wow)
Savage, 21 killers (Brr)
Brat b!tch riding wit’ her sister, huh
Dog-ass ho, you a thotty, ayy
Bruh turn cop, new body, uh
Twin, you a rat, you smoked, uh
Shoot ’em in the head, you the GOAT, uh
Could’ve went fed, went broke, uh
Trap n!gga living out the ocean, yeah
The Phantom, the Rolls, I don’t know
The eaters go wherever I go (Uh-ah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I’m spendin this s*it on my b!tch and my kids
I’m sitting in the Bent’, not the Benz
This motherfu*ker pink slip, n!gga, no rent
I don’t want you going to do nothing if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fu*k n!ggas telling for nothing and I gotta be the one calling ’em friends
Uh, drop top Rolls-Royce, I don’t know the kind, I don’t know the name of it
Fu*ked this lil’ b!tch last night and this morning, but I don’t know the name of her
She told that pu*sy, she don’t know nothing about him and it fu*ked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my n!gga, the same mud