Front Runners Lyrics - Singles - Don Meeno

[Intro/Hook] 

I love my money 

Selling pies to get rich 

I can turn five into six 

Cause I love my money 

Yea I love my money 

Turn ten into twenty 

Turn a dub into fourty 

She in love with rowdy 

She don't fuck with jodies 

Cause I love my money 

Yea I love my money 

Turn ten to twenties 

Turn that dub to forty 

Cause I love my money 

Yea I love my money 

[Verse 1: Jimmy Johnson] 

And I guess that's why I stay fresher 

Top notch pimp, get the most, not the lesser 

Keep a nine on my dresser 

Certified finesser 

She's now fucking with them pornstars 

Adios to my old broads 

Michelin strong like the mo' cars 

Brick worth a lot like a gold bar 

Got work, now shawty trynna blow jobs 

NASCAR Jimmy, I be flexing fuck the Go-Cart 

And my shawty still water whippin' 

I'm just posted like the coastguard 

Coast to coast like the point guard 

No flaws, why I go hard 

Now my bands turned paper, so I gotta give 'em rubbers 

Even though my bitch push 'em [?] 

She still from the gutter 

Bad bitch, she my lil' lady lover 

Now I break bread with her baby brother 

She stretch out the butter, she cook like no other 

See, I always knew that I needed a project bitch 

Cause a proj' bitch won't stick, when your pies don't flip 

But you know my pies flip 

[Hook: Jimmy Johnson] 

Cause I love my money 

Yea I love my money 

Turn ten to twenties 

Turn ten to twenties 

Cause I love my money 

I love it, I love, I love it 

Selling pies to get rich 

I can turn five into six 

I love it, I love, I love it (x3) 

[Verse 2: Don Meeno] 

Ain't shit been the same in the six mane 

Since Drizzy made the whole city famous 

Coach put me in the game, played six mane 

What's that nigga now, feeling like I made it 

I'ma fuck around and drop 80 on the [?] 

Breaking records like I'm Kobe on the Lakers 

For the record, I was talking 'bout the labels nigga 

Fuck it, gonna park the Mercedes 'round that 

They fucking with the cables 

Pray to god I don't fall out with my angels 

Cause Lucifer been promising me favors 

And I just gave the jesus piece a brand new facial 

[?] hustle that shit will motivate you 

[Jimmy Johnson] 

Cause I love my money 

Yea I love my money 

And I love my money 

Yea I love my money 

[Verse 3: Don Meeno] 

Broke nigga wanna know what my name is 

Tell him, check his girlfriends iPod playlist 

A lot of haters, a lot of paper 

[?] to my Haitians 

I got a bitch who only talking Balenciagas and Margielas 

These niggas talking more, they catch you work at car sellers 

Black panamera got me the Goliath [?]... I'm gone 

[Jimmy Johnson] 

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (so long gone) 

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (I'm gone) 

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (I'm so long gone) 

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (Swear to god that I'm god) 

[Don Meeno] 

I'm whippin' it like I need me a stretcher 

I'm flippin' it like my bitch acrobatic 

I'm dippin' it that brand new fresh Tesla 

I'm president, I won the election 

Them benjamins, I got the connection 

I'm rippin' it, trynna fuck me a checker 

I'm hittin' em, applying the pressure 

I'm whippin' it, till I'm done with the extras 

[Hook/Outro: Jimmy Johnson + Don Meeno] 

Cause I love my money, I love my money 

I love my money, yea I love my money 

I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it 

Yea I love my money, you know I love my money 

Uhh I love this pay, uhh I love this money 

Damn I love the [?], chill I love this benz 

Yea I love it, I love, I love it 

Damn I love this pay, fuck I love the [?] 

I love it, I love it, I love it....