Stafford Brothers - The Money ft. Waka Flocka

Always a gorgeous evening tonight
All of my ******* is in here, right?
Oh yeah, pull the stage coaches up
Hanging out the window yellin’ we don’t give a ****

Tell your cinderella to grab an umbrella
Brick squad gonna make it rain
We got caviar and champagne
Tuxedos and no chains

It’s a players ball
And you can **** a player’s balls
My old **** told me grow up
***** take a shot and try not to throw up

Shot, shot, shot
This is a shooting range
So many bad *******
Don’t know who to aim

We gon party, we gonna party till the sun comes
The booty money be needed in a lump sum
Bottles up, hands up
Now we’re getting lit
She said she wanna be friends for the benefits

Tray shots at the bar, we runnin’
We ain’t throwing nothing up but the money

And we ain’t throwing nothing up but the money

Shot, shot, shot
This is a shooting range

And we ain’t throwing nothing up but the money
And we ain’t throwing nothing up but the money

Shot, shot, shot
This is a shooting range

So many bad *******
Don’t know who to aim
We gon party, we gonna party till the sun comes
The booty money be needed in a lump sum

Bottles up, hands up
Now we’re getting lit
She said she wanna be friends for the benefits

Tray shots at the bar, we runnin’
We throwing nothing up but the money
And we ain’t throwing nothing up but the money
And we ain’t throwing nothing up but the money

Shot, shot, shot
This is a shooting range
And we ain’t throwing nothing up but the money