Love Money

[Hook]

Yes I do love money

Keep my whole clique stuntin’

Nothing but them hundreds

Keep them ones, don’t want em..

Yes I do love money

Keep my whole clique stuntin’

Nothing but them hundreds

Keep them ones, don’t want em..

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]

L-O-V-E M-O-N-E-Y

Cop the True Religion tee

And threw 300 in the sky

Polo shoes on my feet

And my pants are saggin’

Looking so pretty

You would’ve thought I was a faggot

Watch the hood get it

Cook it like chicken

And I got the combo

And it came with biscuits

And I got the combo (Respect in here)

And it came with biscuits (SOD)

[Soulja Boy (Big Sean)]

Yes I do love money

Keep my whole clique stuntin’

Nothing but them hundreds

Keep them ones, don’t want em..

Yes I do love money

Keep my whole clique stuntin’

Nothing but them hundreds

Keep them ones, don’t want em..

Yes I do love money (Yes, I Do)

Yes I do love money (B-I-G Sean Don Nigga)

Keep my whole clique stuntin’ (Yea that's right, Sean Don)

Yes I do love money (Yes, I Do, Detroit)

Keep my whole clique stuntin' (Oh my, GOD)

Yes I do love money (Oh My, GOD)

Nothing but them hundreds (Finally Famous, Gettin)

Keep them ones, don’t want em.. (Boi, Boi,Boi, I Do It)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Why everything green is good for me?

I'm what these bitch ass niggas couldn’t be

6 miles that’s just the hood in me

Peep my ghetto poetry

I'm getting high and rappin’: that’s flowetry

Is that a green carpet? Now the whole floor a tree

I swear to God ain't no ho in me

But I'm in hoes

I'm probably in your ho

Aw shit there go a staple

At least you know my bitch centerfold

I belong in the Guinness

From most style I rented

Don’t fuck with these niggas

Im fuckin they misses

Im stacking my money

My money get interest

My interest get business

My business get bitches

B-I-G Bitch, I do it, Boi