Let the Money Stay - Willie the Kid

Your majesty, 20 venches got the whip shape shifted,

Single malt whiskey and my snifter I’ma Finster

Finishing touches contemplating, I’m rather blatent

So blending in never been my strong point,

Point taking, I’m pointed to, pointed for the wakening,

It’s poignant, ignorance is bliss until the coin flips,

Franklins yeah I coin phrases for my coins

A young tenderloin, had my loin forloned

Well I’m leaving nothing to chance the cribs look enchanted

It’s lilly white leather furniture Chantilly

I’m channeling my satellite, My appetite is regal,

I’m picking chandelier, Braziers on the stairs

pink panties by the pool started rainin

Bangin like the hanging gardens, the fly nigga,

small margin for marginal errors

Willie rockin' heirlooms heir apparent

Sand baggin hot air balloons I can care less,

Made the money, fed the babies,

Then buy houses on the ourskirts caress the ladies,

For many continents constant, continuity integrity, ingenuity.

F*ck poppin champagne on the rainy day,

Poppin' champagne on the sunny day,

All the hoes all can leave, let the money stay

Huh, let the money stay, pop the champagne on the rainy day,

Pop the champagne on the sunny day

All the hoes all can leave, let the money stay.

Let the money stay.

Whispering willow, Never pillow talk, talk is cheap

They often sleep while I’m wide awake

Native like a Chippewa, Iroquois, chip away

The microchip was turquoise

Quill feathers, wax seal, black steal

The hours chaos, freak bitches sing the seance

See the fee is my fiance, The ambiance is awesome

Shine like I’m ambient, the organic candle lit

nightcap, moon lighting, roman candles

The Fly crystal velor, Jesus Christ sandels

The feet like brass, hair like wool

pull bitches like a brothel, hostel, never slipping naw

Willie sip the sovereign blanc like its chicken broth

The Fendi sweats heather gray, with enough game to own Heather Locklear’s

brazier

Fuckin like the Brazzers, My bitches all Brazilian waxed

Waxy Gordon money, Willy crib like Revis’s in third person

Party girls hurlen, name my firearm Ursula, pearls in the pearlier

Navigate my way with no compass, accomplished, moneys my accomplice

The company I keep, I’m out of reach.

Forgive my brother, forgive my brother '

Forgive my brother, forgive my brother '