Money (feat. Fatman Scoop) - Ephwurd & ANGELZ

Wait wait wait Okay alright Okay let's go Party people If you can hear me say yeah Let's go Were about to take this party to a whole 'nother dimension Back in space Back in time Are you ready Welcome to the twilight zone Okay alright Okay let's go Wait wait wait One more time If you're ready to rage Let me hear you say yeah Were about to take this party to a whole 'nother dimension Back in space Back in time Are you ready Welcome to the twilight zone

We gettin wild In this party tonight We gettin loud, gettin hype In this party tonight Take your shirt off and bounce In this party tonight Gettin wild, arms up In this party tonight Let's scream it out, hands up In this party tonight We takin shots, gettin hype In this party tonight Take your shirt off and bounce In this party tonight In this party tonight In this party tonight Let's go Let's go (What!?) We gettin wild In this party tonight We gettin loud, gettin hype In this party tonight Take your shirt off and bounce In this party tonight Gettin wild, arms up In this party tonight Let's scream it out, hands up In this party tonight We takin shots, gettin hype In this party tonight Take your shirt off and bounce In this party tonight In this party tonight In this party tonight Let's go Let's go (What!?)

I sent it, you receive it I sent it, you receive it I love the smell of them bricks They whiter than some mayo And I can send 'em to your house through the mail This is drug dealin' music I'm A-1, so is my coke Stitches get it right off a boat I'm swagged out, every day and night I like to shoot my gun cause I don't like to fight I say run up on me, I'm ready Gun up in your face, it's steady I'm the life of the party, bitch But I ain't talkin' confetti I got bricks, bricks, bricks Pounds of that molly I'm a drug dealer And I'll tell anybody I take pride up in that shit I don't really give a shit And I shoot my gun real quick If we talkin' about them bricks I'm so cokarific So don't get that pretty boy shit twisted Got that big stick for them fuck niggas, that squadron too deep 77191164 them streets Chop 'em down, pack 'em up, my gold ring Versace Hate a block or buy Gucci, pop that coochie like tip drill Dope boy, pop me one, four 28's, sendin' weight 112 on two 6 extensions, them bricks You want a whole ki? That's a piece of cake Numbers of grams, a thousand and eight Met a brick in 2008 I'm only 18, do the math mane I keep flippin' And I won't stop it Fuck DEA They tryna take my profit, they some fuckboys If you got a badge on, you a bitch, bruh bruh I never snitch, bruh bruh Only thing I'm ever gon' trust Is my AK-47 bruh Rest in peace to a hater I saw your statement on that paper I hope your girl ain't got no plans To see your ass later