[Verse:]
Ah... Nationwide advisory,
Meaning get out my face cuz I gotta breathe,
Yeah I know, it's a lot of cheeze,
But not for you, betta luck winning da lottery,
I'm selfish homie, so I just stop and tease,
Datz braggin doe, oh partin me,
But wen you had mo thangs you neva thought of me,
And don't argue about it, cuz wen I hit you, you are to bleed,
I use to roll around, in da cotton seats,
Now it's leather wit my name, no joccin please.
So enough about my money, lets move on,
Like we ready to listen to a new song,
Still involving money, you just coupons,
Naw I'm playin, lets move on'
As we listen to da song.

[Hook:]
Ya boy nice everytime he on da microphone,
And shining on da camera, yes da ice iz throwned,
I lite up da room, you think da lights b on,
You aint nothin wen you rap, dey sware da mic iz blowned. 2x

[Verse 2:]
What money does, take ya gurl out every week,
She saw me coming to her as I carry heavy jeans,
She saw da green in my pockets, thought it can't be seen,
But my cash overflowed, now I gotta buy her fancy things,
No I don't, so I kick her to da curb,
Don't worry you can have her back cuz dat what you deserve,
A gold digger, for you can find out dat you worthless,
Wanna b me or you, see what works best,
And I'm sorry dat I gave you da bad news,
Dat nobody is better and dats rad dude,
Hope you know by now dat I'm tottaly,
Da best thang out now, what you showin me,
You aint showin nothin' fake aint nothing to b proud of,
I am what tha crowd love,
So shut up.
As we listen to da song.

[Hook:]
Ya boy nice everytime he on da microphone,
And shining on da camera, yes da ice iz throwned,
I lite up da room, you think da lights b on,
You aint nothin wen you rap, dey sware da mic iz blowned. [2x]

[Verse 3:]
Life... How I wanna set this,
I'm da one coming out wit da best hits,
Know I'm V. I. P, you couldn't make da guestlist
Cuz wen I spit, all you smell iz fresh mist,
And you know I'm gonna test this,
Fool,,, he aint a factor, so wats my next trick.
To move everybody out da way and just stand alone,
Takeova, everybody dead and gone.
Just me, money & mo money,
Stacks as tall as shac,
And I don't blow money,
I just fold money,
And put it in da safe,
Yall on dat paper chase,
But it's too late.
Now as I watch hate,
I just gone and press play. Uh huh,
As we listen to da song.

(Hook 2x)
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Extra Money Lyrics

Demetri Yates – Extra Money Lyrics