Skrilla, skrilla, skrilla, skrilla
Thinkin' 'bout money, money, money
Plottin' how to get me some (the fast dough)
'Cause still don't nothin' move but flow
Really doe, I kid you not, I'm real with this
Havin' skrilla is the only way to deal with this
If it ain't green, it ain't me, that's no goddamn lie
Show me big skrill and it will get live
Give up the lucci, I need it in a major way
Now give me all, I gots to have it every day
It's my world, the only mouth, Trish that'll make you
Break you, if it's really real, then I'll take you
Shake you for the dollar bill, let's see
You outta here, smoked on the fuckin' concrete
Skrilla got me crazy, skrilla got me gone
Skrilla got me flippin' new Cadillac Broughams
Skrilla got me crazy, skrilla got me mad
'Cause skrilla keeps me from riches to rags
Motherfuckers, ain't nothin' but the cash flow game
How long can you last when you down to your every last chain?
(Money makes the world go round)
Tell 'em again, y'all
(Money makes the world go round)
My God, forty, fifty grand a night
'Cause what I'm sayin' is I'ma be on your ass tonight
Do you know the meanin' of a worldwide national
Big money gripper, baller, called the
Million dollar nigga
Who me? Yes, you, could be, but who?
Three-fifty bringin' on in the week's loot
And no, I don't shoot, I swoop in my coupe
Skrilla for willa, my nigga, so what you wanna do?
Do you want to fuck around with my crew?
Do you want to, would do exactly what you did do
Stay in you, don't have enough to attend to the menu
So come and let me sing you
Continue to make money, money, make money, money, money
Big ol' fat stacks if you can't take money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
So can you please make the check out to the Facemob?
Now, one, two, three to the four, life
Grippin' million dollars in my hand, so tight
Facemob rule number one thang (What?)
Skrilla, nothin' but skrilla's the way to maintain
Us hoes have got to keep the skrill between us toes
As we proceed to make mo', really doe
From town to town, we puts it down
As I hold it down gang type mobbin'
Now Ms. Crabtree, I know that you are mad at me
To find out that it was your money that I spent
And now, girl, it's all gone
It's what? It's all gone
It's gone like riches to rags, dishes to bags
Of leftover ten and change can happen to any man
Gots to get money, money I got to get
This shit right now so I can hop from the lot
And we about to come up as we put this shit down
Hold up, don't rush 'cause I'm good to get mine
If it wasn't for bad, I'll have no other luck
Won't complain 'cause, man, who gives a fuck?
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
Scam a wife when I'm not home
I'm gone, tryin' to come back phat
Facemob, where you at? Right behind you, strapped
Strapped with straps and all eyes on paper
And most importantly, you keep your mind on paper
And you can have it all and you can take your money pieces at a time
But you can't take your pieces out of mine
Rewind, it's all about the dollar sign
I'm flippin' in the Bent', dog, cuttin' and I'm flyin'
Tryin' to stack it to the ceilin' on your homes
Henny got me comin', but skrilla got me gone
Skrilla got me crazy, skrilla got me gone
Skrilla got me flippin' new Cadillac Broughams
Skrilla bought me houses, skrilla bought me clothes
Skrilla got me flippin' in the Rove' (Money)
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
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