[Lyric] Money Dance (Sean Chung)

[Intro]
Oh shit!
Hello everybody
S-O-K-A

[Verse 1]
I don't even wanna talk about my money
I got hunnids, I got 50's, I got 20's and the honeys
Did you wanna pop a pill?
Roll a blunt and we can chill
Baby, when you rocking with me
Life's a game 'cause I'm a thrill

[Chorus]
I got money on my mind, do my money dance
Talking shit up on my mama, yeah, we throwing hands
When I'm done throwing hands with your stupid ass
I took your mama to the club, started throwing bands
Throwing bands, took a dub, got a pocket rocket
Not a gun, but the one that be cherry popping
Pullin' up red dot, aiming for your noggin
Hit you in the head, fuck 12, but I'm never stopping
[Verse 2]
Now you stare while I do my money walk
And everybody wanna pull up while they motherfuckin' talk
And I got, good head from a hoe I don't even know
DSL had to blow so I let it go
I didn't know what to say for my intro
Do this all for my family and my kinfolk
Shawty coming over and she bringing all her friends though
I don't like spending money, go to Quiznos
And I got water, I'll be fucking on your daughter
She be calling me her daddy when I'm not even her father
She be twerking on my lap and I'm not Saweetie but I tapped
And everybody know you other motherfuckers made of cap
And you know I'm on a come up, 'boutta break the fucking ceiling
Shawty fell in love I took her heart, she said I'm stealing
Now I just be popping on your bitch, you know I'm really rich
All these other hoes, they wanna suck up on my dick
Now, I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]
I got money on my mind, do my money dance
Talking shit up on my mama, yeah, we throwing hands
When I'm done throwing hands with your stupid ass
I took your mama to the club, started throwing bands
Throwing bands, took a dub, got a pocket rocket
Not a gun, but the one that be cherry popping
Pullin' up red dot, aiming for your noggin
Hit you in the head, fuck 12, but I'm never stopping
[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
No stopping, I'm pulling up, then I'm pulling out
Call me yacht, I'll put you inside a coffin now
No way, one day gotta make it out
Not the hood, but the hell that I'm always talking 'bout
No way, swear to God so I need to pray
Money coming in every single fucking day
Yeah, I dropped that bitch, she was in my way
If you 'boutta slide, pull up with a bag of Lays!

[Chorus]
I got money on my mind, do my money dance
Talking shit up on my mama, yeah, we throwing hands
When I'm done throwing hands with your stupid ass
I took your mama to the club, started throwing bands
Throwing bands, took a dub, got a pocket rocket
Not a gun, but the one that be cherry popping
Pullin' up red dot, aiming for your noggin
Hit you in the head, fuck 12, but I'm never stopping