Money Affi Mek

Lyrics

(Outtamyealement)

Yeah
Please tell me who do you really think you are?
Please tell me what do you really think you're on?
Middle finger, you can stick it up your arse, yeah
Yeah, money affi mek, that's the movement
Money affi mek, ain't no switch up
Money affi mek, that's the street code
Running up a cheque in my Air Force 1's
Money affi mek, ain't no different
Money affi mek, are you kidding me?
Money ain't a threat, make a killing
Money affi mek for the kinfolk
Money affi mek, yeah

Money affi mek, yeah
Running up a cheque, yeah
Counting up the cheques, yeah
Running up the rent
I did it for myself
Died for the shit
And ill do it all again
Running up a bag, that's hundred percent
Running up a bag, take that off my checklist
Take that off my checklist
Take that off my checklist

Money Affi Mek
Running up assists
Running up a K
Yeah
Screaming that till I die, like I was born with Tourette's
Okay
Ying, yang by my side, take that ass for ransom
Okay
Money spread, making hand signs, like call up my sensei
Okay, f*ck chasing a bag
I run off with it
Resisting arrest
Okay, I'm just tryna' make use of my time
Like a pineal gland
Know why? Cause time and time again, baby I'm shining
And I'll drop something light on your lashes
If you're really on violence
Huh

My Somali ting attractive
Lil' baby turned ratchet
Came with a captain, Mmm
Said she's tryna' get practise
And she tryna' get practical
In the dark, but she tapped in, huh
Tryna' read all her tactics, Ooh
She came with a satchel
And she leaving all sassy, ugh

Y-Yeah, even when I stutter I'm fearless, huh
Y-Yeah, seen the signs, see them crystal clear
C-C-Clear, clearly, c-clearly only reason I'm here
Y-Y-Yeah
Collect my bag, then be on my way
Huh, yeah

Girl it's been a long time
So I don't really know what I want say
Baby, my soul died
Ever since I been on a paper chase
But I really miss your smile, miss your eyes
Hope your doing okay
I'm married to the money, ain't changing
I'm waiting, till they take your place

Said it's been a long time
So I don't really know what I want say
Baby, my soul died
Ever since I been on a paper chase
But I really miss your smile, miss your eyes
Hope your doing okay
I'm married to the money, I'm waiting
I'm waiting, till they take your place

Yeah

Money have to make

Yeah
Please tell me who do you really think you are?
Please tell me what do you really think you're on?
Middle finger, you can stick it up your arse, yeah
Yeah, money affi mek, that's the movement
Money affi mek, ain't no switch up
Money affi mek, that's the street code
Running up a cheque in my Air Force 1's
Money affi mek, ain't no different
Money affi mek, are you kidding me?
Money ain't a threat, make a killing
Money affi mek for the kinfolk
Money affi mek, yeah

Money affi mek, yeah
Running up a cheque, yeah
Counting up the cheques, yeah
Running up the rent
I did it for myself
Died for the shit
And ill do it all again
Running up a bag, that's hundred percent
Running up a bag, take that off my checklist
Take that off my checklist
Take that off my checklist