Soulja Boy - Love Money Lyrics

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...


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
And it came with biscuits


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...


Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Why everything green is good for me?
I met 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 worldstar I rented
Don't fuck with these niggas
I'm fuckin they misses
I'm stacking my money
My money get interest
My interest get business
My business get bitches