RIP to the Speaker Knockers
All they wanna do is count commas
You know that I'm married to the guapa
You couldn't see the money with binoculars
[Hook: Trey Songz]
It feels like my lady is the money
I wish I could have a baby with the money
I can't leave the house without her on me
You know that I'm married to the money (x5)
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
I had a fake chain, I was 16
I gave they ass some Timbs, but them shits clean
I remember stealing candy from Andrew's
Getting whip-its from my aunty's, some damn food
I'm the [?] and my homies skipped school
Even in her hooptie, I'm still cool
I'm from the 3rd man the crip called comma
Ain't seen my other crib and everyone in 4 months
I spend this money rappin' that boy like so what?
Cash shoes with the cash dudes, go nuts
Ain't nothin' gonna come between you and I
You the only one I need in my life
[Hook: Trey Songz]
It feels like my lady is the money
I wish I could have a baby with the money
I can't leave the house without her on me
You know that I'm married to the money, the money
[Verse 2: Chisanity]
I don't know what these niggas talkin' 'bout
These niggas must be tired, they run their mouth
I got some hitters by the phone
Just in case we don't get along
And all I rock is designer
Bet your bitch that I'mma ride her
Girl that handsome boy
Play that pussy, girl play it for a [?]
They ain't want me when I had a Monte Carlo
Now they on my page askin' me to follow
I'm a nigga trigga' all up in Chicago
We gon' get to the money that's the motto
[Hook] + [Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
[Pre-Hook: Trey Songz] RIP to the Speaker Knockers All they wanna do is count commas You know that I'm married to the guapa You couldn't see the money with binoculars [Hook: Trey Songz] It feels like my lady is the money I wish I could have a baby with the money I can't leave the house without her on me You know that I'm married to the money (x5) [Verse 1: Trey Songz] I had a fake chain, I was 16 I gave they ass some Timbs, but them shits clean I remember stealing candy from Andrew's Getting whip-its from my aunty's, some damn food I'm the [?] and my homies skipped school Even in her hooptie, I'm still cool I'm from the 3rd man the crip called comma Ain't seen my other crib and everyone in 4 months I spend this money rappin' that boy like so what? Cash shoes with the cash dudes, go nuts Ain't nothin' gonna come between you and I You the only one I need in my life [Hook: Trey Songz] It feels like my lady is the money I wish I could have a baby with the money I can't leave the house without her on me You know that I'm married to the money, the money [Verse 2: Chisanity] I don't know what these niggas talkin' 'bout These niggas must be tired, they run their mouth I got some hitters by the phone Just in case we don't get along And all I rock is designer Bet your bitch that I'mma ride her Girl that handsome boy Play that pussy, girl play it for a [?] They ain't want me when I had a Monte Carlo Now they on my page askin' me to follow I'm a nigga trigga' all up in Chicago We gon' get to the money that's the motto [Hook] + [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] Explain Request ×
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