Married to the Money

Sheeeesh
I’m just keepin it real
Fresh out the cuffs, I can’t trust nobody
Niggas see the lights and they turn outside
Niggas swear to God, on they Mom they sorry
Gotta understand when you fuckin with Stanley’s
Back at it again, now we all in the Hamptons
Fingers on the box, cause we all in a mansion
Meeting with the, I just won’t understand it
Gotta keep the tools, I’m a
But they just away, just in case they jam us
No minutes on the phone, so I’m poking the family
Ya understand me? No Stanley’s
Lookin iffy den the homie start blaming
Cause shit can get ugly, I’m just keepin it real
Gotta thank God, all the niggas I juug
Cause shit can get ugly, and these bitches I don’t love them
Cause I’m married to the money
I’m married to the money (the money, money)
Peeking through the blinds, tryna plot on a meal
Juggin all these jugs, got me counting the bills
Getting rid of painful, finna crack on a seal
Dealing with some pain only real niggas feel
Paperwork, paperwork, niggas' squeal
Selling juugs, tryna see what’s the deal
Mister Mosley, Mister Mosley
I’m giving her chills
Lingo-bingo, buffin my bills
Taking niggas bitches, they be cuffin they still
She just wanna go, got me up in the hills
Show a little dough, and these bitches the same
The is the ruler, it come with a win
Cause shit can get ugly, I’m just keepin it real
Gotta thank God, all the niggas I juug
Cause shit can get ugly, and these bitches I don’t love them
Cause I’m married to the money
I’m married to the money (the money, money)