เนื้อเพลง Money Aint No Issue - Meek Mill

[Intro: Tak]
Yeah, it's DC, n*gga
You see what we doin in these f*ckin streets
Pushin the flyest whips, f*ckin the baddest chicks
Big guns with .30 shot clips; motherf*ckers can't see us
All gold AP's, these n*ggas wearin G shocks
We send them G4 'Palas to the WingStop
Goin' where they said we wouldn't and doin' what they said we couldn't
We come from nothin n*gga, let's get this f*ckin money!

[DJ Drama:]
I got my money right! Call me Rich Homie Dram'
{"GANGSTA, GRIZZLES!!"} Hahahah... whattup Tak?

[Meek Mill:]
I'm sippin' on Patron n*gga, my b*tch bad to the bone n*gga
She f*cked up, I'm f*cked up, she like "How we gon' get home, n*gga?"
I can't smoke that strong n*gga, swear that's word to my PO
That lil chick too expensive for you, I'll take her back like repo
Say shorty want a pair of red bottoms (bottoms) f*cked me good then I went and got 'em (got 'em)
Percs got me f*ckin' for a hour (hour); got a boyfriend? Forget about him
I got young n*ggas that will get it poppin (yeah) and all my n*ggas get a dollar (yeah)
Started of with an Impala (SKRRT!) now all my whips a hunnid thousand
Hold up - now throw your rollies up in the air and wave that sh*t to the side n*gga
Bad b*tches just pop p*ssy, you dead broke just die n*gga
On private jets we fly n*gga, sippin' lean we high n*gga
Stand tall feet five n*gga, they ridin' for you they die with ya
Foreign whips my f*ckin' problem, got a couple, don't f*ckin' drive them
My homies whip them, like f*ckin' Molly; mo' money, mo' f*ckin' problems!
Yo' wrist cunnin' I take that (take that) I'm everywhere that cake at (cake at)
Them hoes stunted, this the payback (payback); I'm in a Rolls-Royce screaming out Maybach - hold up!

[Chorus: Future]
Money ain't no issue, I'm on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup, beat that p*ssy 'til she miss me (turn up!)
F*ck n*gga die slow, I don't give a f*ck if ya come up missin' (WOO!)
Any n*gga gettin' money - I salute ya, I salute ya (WOO! WOO WOO WOO!)

[Future:]
Young n*gga in a Beamer coupe with a lot of money and a lot of booze (SKRRT!)
Young n*gga gettin' plenty money, I'm turnt up with my entire crew (turn up!)
Mollies all in my cup n*gga, gettin' screwed up I ain't slowin' down (turn up!)
AP got 'em trigger happy n*gga (SKRRT!) young n*ggas out Atlanta Zoo (whoa!)
Shootin the A up out the chamber, full of team n*ggas from North Philly too (ohh)
Bad b*tch from Beverly Hills, I'mma f*ck her good on TMZ
Quarter mill for the AP (switch) Quarter mill for Lambo (switch)
Quarter mill for a new truck (WOO!) quarter mil' that's on the counter (SKRRT!)
Freebandz I'm eatin' now (yeah) rock and roll, no guitar (yeah)
A lotta drugs and a lotta b*tches (whoa!) I'mma f*ck the b*tch like a porn star

[Chorus]

[Fabolous {Tak}:]
{D.C., the Family.. Loso, let's get it}
I'm tryna chill but n*ggas really really want to make me talk reckless {n*ggas don't want that}
Heard these n*ggas hatin' that you don't really really want to talk necklace {n*ggas don't want that}
Heard you got L's in the hood you don't really really want to talk Lexus {man these n*ggas don't want that}
We got it right now man we killin n*ggas really want to talk Nexus
Ay, f*ck the n*gga like his b*tch say (word) if she with me in a 6 trey (word)
She ride the stick every which way while sh*t play from the mixtape (feel me?)
She say sh*t go hard (go hard) she say sh*t go hard (go hard)
Shorty sound like big Sean (swerve) b*tch keep sayin' "Oh God!" (Oh God!)
I done f*cked around and got used to money, f*ck game I just use the money (uh-huh)
All the s*ckers get is middle fingers (yeah) and bum b*tches get deuces from me (yeah)
So if you getting money I salute you I'm salutin'
And if you getting mad I rebuke ya, find a solution
N*ggas like y'all find excuses, n*ggas like us rock exclusives
I come through, beat them streets up cause my whip game so abusive n*gga
It's that gettin' money music n*gga
When they play it all the winners gon' lose it n*gga

[Chorus]