Money Good - Megan Thee Stallion

Money good, I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit

Money good (Ahh)

Ayy, ayy

Money good

Throw up where I’m from, let 'em know I’m still hood

I ain’t had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex?

Yeah, I should

I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would

I don’t wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I’m good

If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good

I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Man, I hate a old big dick-riding ass bitch

Never let a sack chaser hang in my clique

Fuck getting clout, bitch, I’m tryna get rich

Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix

Can’t deny I’m a star, you can tell by my walk

I ain’t even gotta fuck him, he just love how I talk

I’m embracing the fake, I’m accepting the hate

If I wasn’t number one, they wouldn’t come for my place

Money good

Throw up where I’m from, let 'em know I’m still hood

I ain’t had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex?

Yeah, I should

I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would

I don’t wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I’m good

If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good

I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Throw up where I’m from, let 'em know I’m still hood

I ain’t had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a picture should I flex?

Yeah, I should

I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Man, I’m on some broke ass niggas who be hatin'

Pop a rubber band put that money in they face

I be out here grindin' like a nigga who ain’t ate

You ain’t bringing nothing to the table but your plate

Bitch, I’m out here ballin' like I’m motherfuckin' fed

I can’t gossip with you when there’s money to be made

I’m tryna get my pockets 99 Ricki Lake

When you bein' real you ain’t worry 'bout who fake

Money good

Throw up where I’m from, let 'em know I’m still hood

I ain’t had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex?

Yeah, I should

I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would

I don’t wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I’m good

If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good

I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Throw up where I’m from, let 'em know I’m still hood

I ain’t had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex?

Yeah, I should

I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Hair long, nail long, money long, too

Get a bag, spin it, make it back time two

I could never let nobody tell me what to do

If a nigga get to trippin' then I’ma throw that boy the deuce

Pull up in a Rolls Royce finna rock a show

Clique full of bad friends, we at Pappadeaux

Rent due, finna let your baby daddy know

He in love with me but he know to play his role

Money good

Throw up where I’m from, let 'em know I’m still hood

I ain’t had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex?

Yeah, I should

I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would

I don’t wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I’m good

If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good

I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit, money good

Throw up where I’m from, let 'em know I’m still hood

I ain’t had to get nobody hit but I could

Before I post a pic, should I flex?

Yeah, I should

I ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit, money good