Tyga feat. Saweetie, YG – Money Mouf Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Money Mouf – Tyga feat. Saweetie, YG

One, two racks, I’ma blow that
Three, four, five, I’ma hold that
Six, seven, eight, I’ma show that
Nine, ten, racks, I’ma throw that

Ayy, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks
Run that back, n**ga no cap
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth at

Ayy, is you ’bout that
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth at
Ayy, is you ’bout that
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth at

What’s up lil’ b**ch, I invented racks
Brought a Brinks truck, b**ch in love with that
B**ch I’m a king, like I’m playin’ sack
The b**ch tryna play me, I’ma play her back
B**ch hoppin’ on my dick like a Jaumping Jack
I’ma pay for her ass, I don’t like it flat
I invest in you, I’ma get the money back
You know I got the Midas Touch, ta-da-da
I know you wanna f**k a rapper, f**k an athlete
Runnin’ to the studio like a track meet
And I need a fat ass, that’s a Black thing
Got a Chinese b**ch, it’s a Ling-Ling

One, two racks, I’ma blow that
Three, four, five, I’ma hold that
Six, seven, eight, I’ma show that
Nine, ten, racks, I’ma throw that

Ayy, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks
Run that back, n**ga no cap
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth at
Ayy, is you ’bout that
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth at
Ayy, is you ’bout that
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth

Yeah
When I’m coutin’, I don’t wanna speak
Runnin’ games for seven days, man this n**ga weak
Ooh I love sloppy toppy but my Henny neat
Got the hottest n**ga in the A between my sheets
You know Saweetie bad b**chin’
Triple plat’ p**sy, so you know it hit different
Big crib, peep how yo baby livin’
If a n**ga broke in, I wouldn’t notice s**t missin’
A-a b**ch mad in the mirror ’cause she ain’t me
Girl I passed on your man, you should thank me
I’ma cold lil’ piece, they should paint me
If I ran from the bank, better chase me

One, two racks, I don’t want that
Three, four racks, I pour that
Five, six, s**t I might hold that
Cashin’ out on ones and throw that

Ayy, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks
Run that back, n**ga no cap
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth at
Ayy, is you ’bout that
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth at
Ayy, is you ’bout that
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth

All that ass in them jeans
I’m tryna get between
She ain’t happy, at home
That’s house, lil’ b**ch got stone
Me and .., we gon’ f**k it up
Do the gingerbread man, we gon’ run it up
Got a nasty lil’ thang, and she bad as f**k
She gon’ hit the gym, f**k a tummy tuсk
F**k your ex n**ga, f**k your next n**ga
I’m your right now n**ga, I’m your best n**ga
I wanna pay for everything, and have sex with you
Your old thang told you no, I’m your yes n**ga

One, two racks, I’ma blow that
Three, four, five, I’ma hold that
Six, seven, eight, I’ma show that
Nine, ten, racks, I’ma throw that

Ayy, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks
Run that back, n**ga no cap
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth at
Ayy, is you ’bout that
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth at
Ayy, is you ’bout that
Put your money where your mothaf**kin’ mouth…

➤ Written by John $K Mcgee, OG Parker, YG, Saweetie & Tyga
Produced by John $K Mcgee & OG Parker
Tyga | YG | Saweetie | 2020

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