Love Songtext
von Yung Chowder

I love this money
I′m down to slide
Stack of blue hundreds
Gotta keep it by my side
I love this money
I'm down to slide
Stack of blue hundreds
Gotta keep it by my side

When I wake up in the morning feeling like the man
Every time I pop it now I make a couple bands

Back when I was younger didn′t understand

Now I got a big stack pulling down my pants
Popping bottles, fucking bitches just because I can


First class flight, I'm on my way to France
Sprinter bus full of bitches every time I land
Who would've thought a young cheddar be the fucking man?
Got a lot of motion so I′m finna tax homie
She looking at my fit, I got all these brands on me
No it ain′t smart but I bust down the Rollie
Gotta know how to move, I forever stay cozy

Brought one ENT, I'm finna cash out
Imported in my section, I can′t crash out
Thumbing through these hundreds, I might be the bands out
If you smoking what I'm smoking, fuck around and pass out
(Pack in the pack, hoe)

I love this money
I′m down to slide
Stack of blue hundreds
Gotta keep it by my side
I love this money
I'm down to slide
Stack of blue hundreds
Gotta keep it by my side


I don′t know who to love, I just know who to chase
Yeah I'm running to the money like I started a race
Feels like I'm running out of time, I ain′t taking no breaks
I see you flexing on the ′Gram but them hundreds is fake
I'm tryna live real large like I′m Marty Supreme
Every day I wake up and I'm just chasing the cream
Everybody wanna work but ain′t paying the fee
My hood motivated 'cause they see me chasing my dreams

Got the tunnel vision, moving mean when I slide

Gotta get the money ′cause you know time flies
Look at all this money, I was barely getting by
In a new ride, I got burner on my side

I love this money
I'm down to slide
Stack of blue hundreds
Gotta keep it by my side
I love this money
I'm down to slide
Stack of blue hundreds
Gotta keep it by my side