[Verse 1: Jorge Vidrio]
Lately I've been feeling like I'm falling to pieces
I give half my whole life to getting high and losing sleep
Pick me up, put me down
Breath it in, let it down
Acid rain, smoke clouds
Get away, still brown, uh
Half man and half gram, smoke out of me
Can't sit still, somebody beat my ass for me
I'm still too broke to afford that mustard
Place bets now, will he ever muster?
The metal, the mettle, the mind
The setting, the place and the time
To settle for nothing that's not manipulation
I want (money, money)
Please (money, money)
These voices in my head, they need that green

[Chorus: Jorge Vidrio]
Money, money
I want money in my jeans
'Cause my jeans ain't got money to spend on me
Money, money
I want money for my dreams cause these thoughts in my head
They don't come for free
Money, money
I want money in my jeans
'Cause my jeans ain't got money to spend on me
Money, money
I want money for my dreams cause these thoughts in my head
They don't come for free, money
[Verse 2: Franklin]
Light skin n***a in the set
But not Sofia Ritchie color, I keep money on mon tête
N***a, debts outweigh lives, don't fuck with me
We curry, don't take kindly to threats
On the telephone, flex all you want
When I'm coming down next you gon' catch fist
Intersect face, take your jaw from you
Make some bitch install brakes so I can beat them off you
Keep it up often, no stopping on the steps
Overhead, brass crack, think fast, nah I'm playing, but bet you crashed
And you're that guy who's supposed to be on cash?
Don't wanna Bobby Shmurda me, so talking hypothetically
If I'm wearing nice shoes, then I better watch the splash

[Chorus: Jorge Vidrio]
Money, money
I want money in my jeans
'Cause my jeans ain't got money to spend on me
Money, money
I want money for my dreams cause these thoughts in my head
They don't come for free
Money, money
I want money in my jeans
'Cause my jeans ain't got money to spend on me
Money, money
I want money for my dreams cause these thoughts in my head
They don't come for free, money
[Verse 3: renzo]
Bitch better have my money
One for the broads, little more for the honeys
Funny, I remember when I wasn’t cuffing
I remember when the bread didn’t have a number
Nowadays hunger turned to starving for the paper
Now I major into something that won’t benefit me later, hater
I'm the type of guy that you could mow down
Colt .45 in my mouth, going blow-blow
What about now?
Hardly can afford to keep on lackin'
I'm a stunner you can’t keep trackin'
Findin’ ways through every back end, hoe what’s crackin'
How ya doin’? Bye bitch, see ya
Lookin’ like a priest, bitch I'm your favorite preacher, hallelujah
Keep it g, but I got no shooters
Who done did the things that i wouldn’t conceive of
Not workin' 9 to 5, but I stay keeping the cheese up
Go and hit my line
But don’t crawl back for the prenup