Max B

Max B - Disturbia Money lyrics

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[talkin: Max B]

Let's get it

You ain't ready for this shit sexy

That techno shit (disco)

French!

This a whole notha loop her babe



[Verse 1: Max B]

Stacks in the Gucci store

Stacks in the louis store

To the movies or,

Why ya bitch wanna do me 4?

Do me more

Get real wavey

Ride that dick like a hoopty, slow

Baby wanna come back home

Maxy please I don't want that no

Think u got me girl?

Not me girl

I'm the one that rock me worl

Max got lots a girls

Lots a pearls

No a nigga that's the twirl

Nigga I ain't givin you shit

Step up ya game

Baby make it sound so plain

I don't wanna do this shit no more

I ain't tryna do this shit no more



[Chorus x2: Max B]

This bitch here think I'm in love

But I want her money money

She got that quarter million dolla kinda money money

She won't fucc u she don't love u

She just want ya money money

And I c u window shoppin

Cusz ya money funny



[Verse 2: French Montana]

Play with my feelings I

Shoot ya punk ass

My money also

Bitch you should know so

Now, now, now If I need it I'm a get it

Now I got it it's sold

Got them p's that e got tha sour that snow

1 hoe for you one hoe 4 me

It's the maccaroni with tha cheese

Baby crackin it's stoppin

U dnt need no luggage well take you shoppin

Nope We dnt do tha rebok with tha straps

In talkin asian provocateur

Little rock like Arkansas

C they love to hate us

We we underated but neva unpaid

I'm bout my money money

Homie wilin down in dallas

Crusin down in houston

Sippin surup

Coke plate niggas so sincere



[Chorus x2: Max B]

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