Money - Kyle Dion

She never ask questions

She like to take naps

Want me to run up a check

Then I go blow out her back

She give me ostrich neck

Tongue in her ass crack

I’m making bucks now

Off of my ASCAP

Nowhere to go, covid

Wasting all these fits

I call it polenta

But you call it grits

Sick of the album cuts

I want the big hits

Yeah, I’m a skinny nigga

But I like a big bitch

I don’t need you, I need money

Fuck yo feelings, I need money

I want mulala, can’t you see?

I don’t need you, I need money

I don’t take me too serious

My vernacular reckless

Period

Three cups of coffee

Shit I forgot to eat

Bringing home Popeyes

Only eat the biscuits

Wearing my girls jeans

Eyes all on my dick print

I’m in a zoom chat

Falsetto got me rich (Got me rich)

I don’t you, I need money (I don’t you, I need money)

Fuck your feelings, I need money

I want mulala, can’t you see?

I don’t you, I need money

I don’t you, I need money (I don’t you, I need money)

Fuck your feelings, I need money

I want mulala, can’t you see?

I don’t you, I need money

I don’t take me too serious

My vernacular reckless

Period

Don’t call me

Don’t call me unless it’s about the money

I don’t want to talk to anybody

I don’t really fuck with

Don’t call me

Don’t call me unless it’s about the money

I don’t want to talk to anybody

I don’t really fuck with anybody

It’s like

I can get whatever I want, I can go wherever I want

I can vibe, you know, 'cause you could buy, you don’t know like what you

I can buy whatever the hell I want, I can do whatever I want

When I have money

That’s kinda sad