Money Glitch Songtext

This the depression and anxiety, bitch, fuck your "Calm down"
Need to treat my mother better, know I barely call now
I mean, yeah, ball now, watch my tower fall down (Uh)
"Dance, nigga, dance," said the label rubbin' hands
Birdman stance, hunnid grand, bitch, take what you can
You ain't shit without it, nigga, don't think 'bout biting hands
Where your loyal bitch? Where your loyal mans?
Would you trade your happiness for gold and loyal fans?
Do you worship God, or do you worship godly man?
Soon as you get money, you forget your godly plan
On what side do you stand?
Before you dap me, wash your hands, nigga
Before you dap me, wash your hands, nigga

Uh, money make the pussy go, "Womp, womp, womp"
Money make them hoes go, "Womp, womp, womp"
Money make your day one niggas turn bitch (Bitch)
Money make everybody 'round you switch
Money make the world glitch, money make the world–