Married to the Money - Drakeo The Ruler

Sheeeesh

I’m just keepin it real

Fresh out the cuffs, I can’t trust nobody

Niggas see the lights and they turn outside

Niggas swear to God, on they Mom they sorry

Gotta understand when you fuckin with Stanley’s

Back at it again, now we all in the Hamptons

Fingers on the box, cause we all in a mansion

Meeting with the, I just won’t understand it

Gotta keep the tools, I’m a

But they just away, just in case they jam us

No minutes on the phone, so I’m poking the family

Ya understand me?

No Stanley’s

Lookin iffy den the homie start blaming

Cause shit can get ugly, I’m just keepin it real

Gotta thank God, all the niggas I juug

Cause shit can get ugly, and these bitches I don’t love them

Cause I’m married to the money

I’m married to the money (the money, money)

Peeking through the blinds, tryna plot on a meal

Juggin all these jugs, got me counting the bills

Getting rid of painful, finna crack on a seal

Dealing with some pain only real niggas feel

Paperwork, paperwork, niggas' squeal

Selling juugs, tryna see what’s the deal

Mister Mosley, Mister Mosley

I’m giving her chills

Lingo-bingo, buffin my bills

Taking niggas bitches, they be cuffin they still

She just wanna go, got me up in the hills

Show a little dough, and these bitches the same

The is the ruler, it come with a win

Cause shit can get ugly, I’m just keepin it real

Gotta thank God, all the niggas I juug

Cause shit can get ugly, and these bitches I don’t love them

Cause I’m married to the money

I’m married to the money (the money, money)