Jodeci Santana – Money Battry

Jodeci Santana – Money Battry Lyrics

Artist: Jodeci Santana
Song: Money Battry

Xay
Fye, i want fye (go, go)
I want fye b#tch (b#tch, b#tch)
I want fye b#tch (b#tch, b#tch)

Turn a bih’ right on (racks, racks, racks)
I be cool with that
Touching #ss and that
I come in swerving in my bat

Yeah, yeah, all black
We going back to back to back
I’m back there yeah, i’m f#cking her i’m pulling out her tracks (pulling out her tracks)
Money counter f#ck that sh#t, we counting all these racks (counting all these racks)

Money, cha-ching, guap
Bands, (b#tch) racks, cake, money
Aye, aye, aye
Racks, cake, bands (bands on me)

Bummy #ss k, b#tch #ss n#gg# (i got racks on me, i got racks on me)
Racks, cake, bands, bands, (yuh, aye, aye, aye) racks cake, bands, aye, b#tch
Yeat be talking ‘bout his money twerk and my money be having a orgy (a orgy)
Now that i’m finger f#cking all these bands a b#tch she thinking she know me (she know me)

Told me she love me, i told her shut up, she saying that sh#t ‘cus she lonely (b#tch)
I fell in love with the hillary banks, the money be getting her h#rn# (uh huh)
I fell in love with a bad b#tch, and she look kinda’ alexa demi
Keep it a hundred you a pretty penny, i could have a hundred of you

Shit, i could have the b#tch and her bestie (bestie)
n#gg# don’t test me, i might just teach her a lesson
I got her down on her knees and she praying sum’
Yeah i told her shawty to follow her blessings

Aye, she said i’m too moody, tryna put it on my face (face)
Beat a bad b#tch from the back, let’s go
If she act out i put that lil hoe in her place
Aye, two hoes right beside me, faith & karma be my bae (my hoes)

Three hoes on me; loyalty, luxary and lots of cake
Put seven grams in my wood like i’m kevin durant, i don’t care if my lil hoe a snake
I could buy her body, she tell me “just take it”
Finger f#ck the bands then f#ck on a mistress

I put the wock in my drank, i been pissing out purple then pour up some more of that pink
b#tch i be high to the sky, i be faded off of that zaza, that stanky, that dank (that dank)
I f#ck on a b#tch so good, i had went to the teller, and f#cked on that b#tch in the bank
Oh well, ‘fore i go i tell her kiss and don’t tell

Ah ha, n#gg#s p#ss#
Said b#tch i’m a vet i treat n#gg#s like bullies
She said she a virgo, f#ck her like a virgin
I say imma pro f#ck that hoe like a rookie

Said i beat down that hoe make her roll up my cookies
I put the “yeah” in her motherf#ckin’ dimples
Ha ha ha, this sh#t so simple
It’s coming straight off of the mental, i finally built some momentum

Said i might pop that p#ss# n#gg# in his pimple
Bout that money forever in love with them benjamins
Baby, i’m bout that money in love with the money in love with the benjamins
I want fye (go, go)

I want fye b#tch (b#tch, b#tch)
I want fye b#tch (b#tch, b#tch)
Turn a bih’ right on (racks, racks, racks)
I be cool with that

Touching #ss and that
I come in swerving in my bat
Yeah, yeah, all black
We going back to back to back (we going back to back to back)

I’m back there yeah, i’m f#cking her i’m pulling out her tracks (pulling out her tracks)
Money counter, f#ck that sh#t, we counting all these racks (b#tch)
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Release Year: 2023