Money Ain't No Issue lyrics

[Intro: TakBar and DJ Drama]

Yeah, it's DC nigga

You see what we doing in these fucking streets

Pushing the flyest whips, fucking the baddest chicks

Big guns with 30 shot clips, motherfuckers can't see us

All gold AP's, these niggas wearing G-Shocks

We sending G4 pilots to the Wing Stop

Going where they said we wouldn't and doing what they said we couldn't

We come from nothing nigga, let's get this fucking money

I got my money right, call me Rich Homie Dram

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I'm sipping on patrón nigga

My bitch bad to the bone nigga

She fucked up, I'm fucked up

She like how we gon' get home nigga

I can't smoke that strong nigga

Swear that's word to my PO

That lil chick to expensive for you

I'll take her back like repo

Say, shorty want a pair of red bottoms

Fucked her good then I went and got 'em

Percs got me fucking for a hour

Got a boyfriend, forget about him

I got young niggas that'll get it popping

And all my niggas get a dollar

Started of with an impala

Now all my whips a hundred thousand

Hold up, Now throw your rollies up in the air

And wave that shit to the side nigga

Bad bitches just popping pussy, you dead broke just die nigga

On private jets, we fly nigga

Sipping lean, we high nigga

Stand tall, feet five nigga

They riding for ya, they die with ya

Say foreign whips my fucking problem

Got a couple, don't fucking drive them

My homies whip them like fucking molly

Mo' money mo' fucking problems

A Wraith coming, I take that

I'm everywhere that that cake at

Them hoes stunted, this the payback

I'm in a Rolls Royce screaming out Maybach

[Chorus: Future]

Money ain't no issue

I'm on them mollies and prescription

Lean inside my cup I beat that pussy till she miss me

Fuck nigga die slow, I don't give a fuck if he come up missing

Any nigga gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya

[Verse 2: Future]

Young nigga in a Bimmer coupé with a lot of money and a lot of booze

Young nigga getting plenty money I'm turnt up than Tom Cruise

Mollies all in my cup nigga, screwed up I ain't slowing down

AP I'm trigger happy nigga, young niggas at Atlanta Zoo

Shootin the A up out the chamber, nigga on feeling too

Bad bitch from Beverly hills, I'ma fuck her good on TMZ

Quarter mill for the AP, Quarter mill for Lambo

Quarter mill for a new truck, quarter mil' that's on the counter

Freebandz I'm eating now, rock and roll, no guitar

A lotta drugs and a lotta bitches

I'ma fuck the bitch like a porn star

[Chorus: Future]

Money ain't no issue

I'm on them mollies and prescription

Lean inside my cup I beat that pussy till she miss me

Fuck nigga die slow, I don't give a fuck if he come up missing

Any nigga gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

I'm just tryna chill but niggas really really want to make me talk reckless

Have these niggas on your neck, you don't really really want to talk necklace

Heard you got L's in the hood you don't really really want to talk Lexus

We got it right now man you thing niggas really want to talk Nexus

Fuck the nigga like his bitch say if she with me in a 6 trey

She ride the stick every which way while shit play from the mixtape

She say shit go hard, she say shit go hard, shorty sound like Big Sean (Swerve)

Bitch keep saying "Oh God" (Oh God)

I done fucked around and got used to money

Fuck game I just use the money

All the suckers get is middle fingers

And the bum bitches get deuces from me

So if you getting money, I salute you I'm saluting

And if you getting mad I rebuke you, Final Solution

Niggas like y'all find excuses

Niggas like us rock exclusives

I come through, beat them streets up cause my whip game so abusive nigga

This that getting money music nigga

When they play it all the winners gon' lose it nigga

[Chorus: Future]

Money ain't no issue

I'm on them mollies and prescription

Lean inside my cup I beat that pussy till she miss me

Fuck nigga die slow, I don't give a fuck if he come up missing

Any nigga gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya