Make A Lot Lyrics - Young Thug

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a whole lot of money 

I blow a whole lot of paper 

We fit each other right like a blazer 

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We argue, we fight, and we fuss 

And we fuck and we muggin' each other 

I eat it, I lick it 

I treat it, I don't wanna leave it defeated 

Come on and fuck on me 

Run from me, buck on me, yeah 

Put luck on me, pull up on me 

Feel ups on me, suck gifts on me 

Fuck is you hatin' for? 

I am so different, come have a tour 

I caught him disturbin' the peace 

And I left him extinct like a dinosaur 

Drownin' in mud like a muh'fuckin' rhinoceros 

I didn't think that she was a freak but she kinda was 

Yeah she was a freaky little bitch 

I didn't get a chance to even eat that little bitch 

Do you mind if I creep that little bitch 

I'm gone, when I fuck a bitch, I'm straight outta the trenches 

Do you mind if I need that little bitch? 

Do you mind if I feed her to the clique? 

If you mind I don't ever wanna be rich 

And I'ma rip that money up with my clique like a pick, yeah 

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I make a whole lot of money 

I blow a whole lot of paper 

We fit each other right like a blazer 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks 

Hit it from the back and I can't see nothin' like a cataract 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Standin' back, lookin' like I'm bammin' it 

Smokin' packs lookin' at you runnin' that 

I'ma die lookin' at your humble ass 

Come in, baby, that's my mama, baby 

My heart racin' and I'm so impatient 

Call Metro and let leak speed racer 

Cook that dope up, but no Easy Baker 

I swear to God I only fuck (?) 

I was too busy buyin' acres 

That's my bitch, nigga that's my bitch 

She can never come fuck you if she's my bitch 

Gold VVS' I go Mitch 

And I swear you gon' get hit if it's a hit 

Bitch I've been the boss of ever since 

All my fuckin' cups dirty like a ditch 

I'm in beast mode like Marshawn Lynch 

And if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense 

But me I swear... 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a lot of money 

I make a whole lot of money 

I blow a whole lot of paper 

We fit each other right like a blazer