Have My Money Lyrics - Singles - Dipset

I'm all about this moolah, I'm all about this bread 

And if I get caught slippin', I can end up in the feds 

Bitch better have my money (my money), nigga better have my money (my money) 

Bitch better have my money (my money), nigga better have my money (my money) 

My man, baby mom, in the morning, tell 'em "GM" 

Kiss 'em on the forehead and take the keys to his BM 

Ain't even gon' tell you, got the code to his DM 

I hit her on the 'Gram like hashtag free 'em 

I'm biased, but all I got for these hoes is papaya 

I done drove ever car, no liar 

I ain't talking music when I say I did shit with Mariah 

Nick wasn't there, nor was Mottola 

Sittin' on the crates, gun in the stroller 

I was selling coke, no joke, no cola 

Just made a quarter 'mil off Ebola, what's up? 

I'm all about this moolah, I'm all about this bread 

And if I get caught slippin', I can end up in the feds 

Bitch better have my money (my money), nigga better have my money (my money) 

Bitch better have my money (my money), nigga better have my money (my money) 

I got bitches that could chef up a kilo 

Dominican, he had the best perico 

And we just trying not to catch the Rico 

Remember what Mitch had heard from Rico? 

Well, niggas die every day, B 

I'm getting money, getting fly, every day B 

I pulled up onside the real AZ 

And I was young when they tried to kill AZ 

We kept it mob style like wip wop 

Audemars styling on the wristwatch 

Still do Harlem in my flip-flops 

Summertime, hoppin' out the 'Rari with the missing top 

I'm all about this moolah, I'm all about this bread 

And if I get caught slippin', I can end up in the feds 

Bitch better have my money (my money), nigga better have my money (nigga my money) 

Bitch better have my money (my money), nigga better have my money 

Living life big, this that mo' money shit 

So no matter what I get, I'm screaming mo' money, bitch! 

Mo' money coming in, mo' money spent 

Smelling like money, that's that mo' money scent 

AMG kit, this that mo' money band 

Knock-knock open the door, I'm letting mo' money in 

She like, "What's this mo' money' shit?" 

I'm like them niggas that you with, I'm getting mo' money than 

Pockets full of Chuck-E-Cheese 

I'm under the money tree and I'm just catching all the leaves 

She just want to feel the breeze 

I just want her on her knees, cold nigga, antifreeze 

I'm all about this moolah, I'm all about this bread 

And if I get caught slippin', I can end up in the feds 

Bitch better have my money (my money), nigga better have my money (my money) 

Bitch better have my money (my money), nigga better have my money (my money)