Money, Money, Money

Money, money, money, baby
That's all I can think about
And unless your name is Mary Jane
You ain't the girl I'm singin' 'bout

It's Baby E, the prodigy, animal inside of me
I could be romantic, but you'll never see that side of me
Its all 'cause of Gold diggin', money-hungry, name-droppin' hoes
Worried 'bout the names on the tags of my clothes

I don't never pay for pussy, I just let the pussy chase me
And if she ever leaves me then I just find a replacement
Time is my money, baby, don't be actin' crazy
I don't never pay for pussy, I just let the pussy chase me

Top-floor suites, lookin' down on Wall Street
Like, damn, this is what I dreamed about in Florida
Standin' on the stage, rockin' shows out in Georgia
Smokin' Mary Jane; mailed to me from California
Yeah, life gets better by the second

I just wake up in the morning and I stare at my reflection
Tell myself I'm great cause everybody says it's destined
My style's a little different, but my flow is never questioned
Best believe I'll make a thousand thousands (thousand thousands)
And then I'll make another thousand thousands (thousand thousands)

It's Mr. Ethan Lowery, cash rules everything around me
(Let's go)