Money Work Lyrics - The First 48 - Uncle Murda

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Bitch I let my money work in California 

Bitch I'm with the mexicans, in Arizona 

Bitch I'm talking pure white for every thousand grands 

Bitch I'm talking white girls on the Peter Pan 

Bitch I'm sitting at the light in some big shit 

Talking big shit, listening to big shit 

Quarter mill for my big chains, hey papi I need a hundred things 

A hundred? Nigga you heard me a hundred things 

Bitch I let my money work, I'm blowing thousands 

Bitch I got my whole crew out of public housing 

Town over tell me to tell Ross I got that 

The police, the F boys, the DEA can't stop that 

That nina, that .40, that AK I pop that 

That Louis, that Gucci that flossy I rock that 

That new girl with epic insomnia I got that 

I got that, nigga you heard me I got that 

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Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

I'm putting overtime bitch I let my money work 

You know I overgrind bitch now I'm 20 worth (milli) 

Still riding dirty hanging on the stake 

Talking 40 shard kit for the break 

Me and Murda on the back block swerving 

Higher than a motherfucker feel turbulence 

I let my money twerk, twerk let the bitches smurk, smurk 

Let the dogs go, let them drivers skurve 

I know some average sis, I know some porn stars 

I own some bentley sis, I got some sports car 

Underground we spend that, little bars I in that 

Hottest niggas we been that, fast cars we in that 

Correct to try to save me, won't see me on a warning poster 

Stand up with the work, count on money all in one motion 

I'm talking same damn time, 

Knowing I'ma make 'em when I was way back griding, coke boy 

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Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work 

Girl I let my money work, work let my money work