Money To Blow Lyrics - Pricele$$ - Birdman

Richer than the richest 

More money, bitches 

Yeah, coming to you live from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas 

So what do you do, young lady? One hundred 

I am on a 24-hour champagne diet 

Spillin' while I'm sippin', I encourage you to try it 

I'm probably just saying that 'cause I don't have to buy it 

The club owner supply it, boy I'm on that fly shit 

I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be 

Guess what? I made it, I'm the mutha fuckin' man, I just want you to see 

Come take a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit frontin' on me 

Don't come around and try and gas me up, I like runnin' on E 

I, I, I, I'm on my Disney shit, Goofy flow 

On records, I'm Captain, and my new car is Roofio 

Damn, where my roof just go, I'm somebody that you should know 

Get to shakin' somethin' 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for 

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Yes I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for 

Like leavin' girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes 

I'm losing my thoughts, I say damn where my roof just go? 

Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl 

I got em 

They can't help it, and I can't blame 'em 

Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow 

I'm gettin' it in, letting these bills fall 

All over your skin 

I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh 

Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh 

Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh 

(Cash money millionaire, yo, yo) 

Got money to blow 

Richer than the richest 

We certified gettin' it CM, YM, Cash Money business 

Higher than the ceiling, fly like a bird 

Hit the Gucci store and later get served 

Photos 

We smoked out with no roof on it 

Them people passin', so we smash 'em 

Ballin' out, we keep the cash on deck 

Lamborghinis and the Bentleys on the V Set 

Louie lens iced up with the black diamonds 

Car of the year, Ferrari, the new Spider 

No lie, I'm higher than I ever been 

Born rich, born uptown, born to win 

Fully loaded, automatic 6 Benz 

Candy paint, foreign lights with my bitch in 

Born hustlin', too big, nigga, to size me up 

Can't stop me, more money, burn 'em up 

They can't help it, and I can't blame 'em 

Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow 

I'm gettin' it in 

Letting these bills fall all over your skin 

I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh 

Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh 

Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh 

When I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power 

Come to VIP and get a champagne shower 

I don't have to worry because everything ours 

And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's flowers 

That kush, I promise that's my doobie 

We don't smoke that Reggie Bush 

And I'm with two women, make you take a second look 

We poppin' like champagne bottles, but we never shook 

And we goin' be alright if we put Drake on every hook 

They can't help it, and I can't blame 'em 

Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow 

I'm gettin' it in 

Letting these bills fall all over your skin 

I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh 

Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh 

Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh 

Got money to blow