Video Money Original de Juice Wrld 2024 Rap Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Money Original Lyrics

[Intro: Eric Idle & Young Thug]
Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly
With money, you can make a smash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money
There is nothing like a newly minted pound
(Money, money, money, money)
Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker
It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase
Money, money, money makes the world go 'round (Yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (Yeah)
Lot of blue cash in a rubber band (A lot of blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (By the tens)
I'm just drinkin' Act, Kurt Cobain (Cobains)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money on your dawg and go bust his brains (Grrt)
Leave him on the sidewalk like he gettin' a tan (Graow)
I grow micro-soft drinkin' oxygen (Graow)
Bitch, I been a boss since a god-damn kid (Woo)
Hop out on the block with a AK, make him do the cha-cha-cha (Skrrt, skrrt)
I rode the Dropbox with your bae and I got my rocks off, woo (Got my rocks off)
She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci (Woo)
I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didn't eat her coochie (On God)
I'm livin' life as a pimp (Yeah)
I'll put a bitch on your shrimp (Yeah)
I'm high in the sky like a blimp (High)
Ooh, I'll cop a Rolls-Royce first attempt (Skrrt)
What's the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just showin' you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Let's go)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (Yeah)
Lot of blue cash in a rubber band (A lot of blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (By the tens)
I'm just drinkin' Act, Kurt Cobain (Cobains)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb
My chopper sing, it need autotune
Bad bitch in my hotel room
Take a perky right before we fuck, then act a fool
Sad money, I got blue face diamonds
I'm at the top, and I'm gonna keep on climbin'
I got a gun on my hip, no silence
I want these niggas to hear the violence
Momma told me, "Don't trust nobody"
Damn, momma, you seen it coming
That's why I don't keep this heat for nothin'
Try me, then you're gettin' one
Plus one and a couple more, uh
30 shots when I am all done
Right, right? Did I do the math right?
Stomp 'em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (Yeah)
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (By the tens)
I'm just drinkin' Act, Kurt Cobain

[Outro: Monty Python]
Money, money, money makes the–
Money, money, money makes the–
Money, money, money makes the world go 'round
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money