Moolah versuri

Moolah lyrics by DJ Lucas feat. Chubz

Intro: Davis Clarke
Help others, do the right thing, and enjoy life every day
That’s what it’s all about

Chorus: Chubz
Spark up the jay, Louie
Come pass it my way, Lucas
Saw her in a foreign, ?, turn night into day, truly
Cloud in the sky, yeah, it got me feelin’ zooted
Yeah, we in the temple and they all pray to Buddah
First of the month, yeah, I feel like Abdullah
All I’m fuckin’ chasin’, baby, is the fuckin’ moolah
Is the fuckin’ moolah (Money)
I want money, I’m chasin’ to the racks
I want money, I’m tryna get the bag
I want money, I’m lookin’ at the tab
A lot of money, feelin’ like I can brag

Verse 2: DJ Lucas
Don’t be wastin’ my time, man, you gotta pay up every dollar and dime
Out fishin’ for plays ‘till it’s brеakin’ my line
And I pull up wherevеr like Amazon Prime
For the love of that money, I’m losin’ my mind
Like a politician when they’re takin’ a bribe
Tell the Devil he never gon’ take me alive
Custy be on the way, said he’ll be here at five
Pretty sad with your morals, approach from the side
And I’m gon’ run it up ‘cause there’s nowhere to hide
It’s not always ‘bout bread but I gotta survive
Made a killin’ right off University Drive
The path less traveled, I take it in stride
Knee deep in the game like I work as a river diver
I don’t even wanna count, it was too many times
At the Cumberland Farms and my card got declined
I need money, man, gotta pay what you owe
Late nights at the pike like I’m paving the road
I be talkin’ my talk just like David Thoreau
If it all falls down, I’ll be pannin’ for gold
And I rap but I trap, either way, gotta flow
Gotta switch up the hustle when shit gettin’ slow
? tree ? ‘till I go
Man, I pop out that venue, start servin’ outside of my show

Chorus: Chubz
Spark up the jay, Louie
Come pass it my way, Lucas
Saw her in a foreign, ?, turn night into day, truly
Cloud in the sky, yeah, it got me feelin’ zooted
Yeah, we in the temple and they all pray to Buddah
First of the month, yeah, I feel like Abdullah
All I’m fuckin’ chasin’, baby, is the fuckin’ moolah
Is the fuckin’ moolah (Money)
I want money, I’m chasin’ to the racks
I want money, I’m tryna get the bag
I want money, I’m lookin’ at the tab
A lot of money, feelin’ like I can brag