Lyrics Flo-Rida - Money Right

Lyrics Flo-Rida - Money Right

I got my money right,
I ain't nothin' nice,
It's goin' down tonight,
That's what the bitches like all day long

[Chorus: x2]
I got my money right,
I ain't nothin' nice,
Its goin down tonight,
That's what the bitches like all day long,
I ain't here for nothin' baby, all day long,
I ain't here for nothin' only cash

[Flo Rida]
Everythin' safe, gotta walk-in safe
Treadmill rapper still runnin' in place
All these meals I can share my plate
Flo Rida full yeah I already ate

Plenty to give or take I'm bout business
Make no mistake hey this serious this real estate
Is some million it just out weigh
My position I'm cuttin' cake I'm the chef in the kitchen late
On my recipe bill gates on the essence I'm all the way

Don't worry bout a dollar don dollar with the product?
Ain't no problem if you starta you a starter you get hot up
Grand pieces I got em I get em ballin' like somethin'
Consider the show stopper I'm all in the damn profit

[Chorus]

[Brisco]
My life is straight I'm livin' good I ain't hurtin' for nothin'
I knock the riches in them word but I'm workin' with somethin'
The Escalade all pearl, you control it with buttons
They keep the tabs on they curb when I come through stuntin'
That's Brisc best to believe it seatin' on skates
I'm the don take it or leave it, throw it in ya face
Big Bs makin' it rain no need to hate
Got beef, loadin' them things, grip the whole case
I got my money right and I'm livin' up some rubba bands
Hit the club baby bet I spend a couple grand (couple grand)
I'm pitchin' chauffeur keys under hand
When I'm on the scene know that Brisc be a wanted man

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Ricky Ross
I'm pitchin' my jeans I'm gettin' brain everyday
Bitches thicker than Venus I told Serina she can train
Got my money like a train its always on track
I love my money more than fame so explain the all black,
All black Maybach in the back I'm gettin' blown
People wanna build a case I'm like, "fuck it just bring it on!"
Then maybe it make me stronger
I hustle my money longer
Still hustlin' out the honda
Just tryin' to take out my momma
Gotta problem nigga holla
I'ma holla my blacka blacka
Your Impala bare harbor
I'ma shoppa non stopper
All this shit I'ma copppa
Suck dick and cant stop her
Doin' tricks with big poppa

[Chorus]