เนื้อเพลง Making Money - Gucci Mane

[Verse 1:]
God damn a little boy got M's
On my wall lives 100 eggplants
They say you got money, nothing else matters
But two things n*gga, family matters most
I got money and I smoke, smoke, smoke
I pray to god I don't ever go broke
I ain't never ever stopped selling dope
And I'll never stop buying mink coats
My girl [?] got a pink diamond choker
Yellow diamond necklace costa [?]
She got a walk kinda slow cause she's a meal ticket
I only f*ck with bad b*tches, Gucci real picky
I got a city b*tch, a country b*tch, turn me up a lil bit
I gave you a lot of it, y'all ain't seen the half of it
I got 30 squares, p*ssy n*gga do the math of it
I got good aim, p*ssy n*gga Gucci accurate

[Hook:]
Imma keep Making Money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money
You keep making comics, Imma keep making commas
You keep making cockpits, but I keep making commas
Money don't make you real, but I really do got money
You keep chasing p*ssy, and I keep chasing money

[Verse 2:]
Can't stop me n*gga, can't block me n*gga
Better chill, sit back and just watch me n*gga
Getting so much top might top that n*gga
Imma open up shop, come shop young n*gga
Been Guwop, let's shootout n*gga
Tell the f*ck n*gga up to 2Pac n*gga
She sleep in my bed and she give me good head
But she still worrying bout what the b*tch gon say
Still saying Imma get rich one day
Imma get money every goddamn day
Broke ass n*ggas can't get no date
In the club, singing out, shawty swing my way
Money will talk like a high top fade
I'm a rich kid, baby who wanna come play?
At the club live on a Sunday, screaming out free my n*gga Fortre
Sir Mixalot, my [?] are on broadway
Serve bricks a lot, I got so much yay
She a filthy b*tch, she got a filthy twat
I can tell that the b*tch s*cks d*cks a lot
I started off a nick bag, ran it up to a big bag
Never friends with a sh*tbag, get glad or get mad

[Hook]