Money On Money Lyrics – Young Thug ft Future

Money On Money Lyrics by Young Thug is a new english song by Young Thug, featuring Future. The song is released on Young Thug’s official YouTube channel, written by Young Thug & Future, produced by Wheezy & Lil 88, and offers listeners a lavish, street-wise trap anthem soaked in high-energy flexing and gritty reality. Though no official album is cited, the track is anchored by its signature production style and hard-hitting lyrical delivery that exemplifies both artists’ flair for extravagant storytelling.

Lyrically, Money On Money delves into themes of wealth, loyalty, betrayal, and street credibility. Young Thug and Future use the track to boast their financial power and lifestyle while calling out hypocrisy and disloyalty in their circles. The lyrics paint a picture of fast money, fleeting relationships, and the complicated dynamics of success in the rap game. Through vivid imagery and emotionally charged verses, the song juxtaposes material celebration with cautionary tales of trust and betrayal, set against an atmospheric, bass-heavy beat.

Money On Money Details

Money On Money Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
(Wheezy outta here)
(808 Mafia)
The Wagster, turn on your song
Yeah, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I’m spendin this shit on my bitch and my kids
I’m sittin’ in the Bent’, not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent
I don’t want you goin’ to do nothin’ if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin’ for nothin’, and I gotta be the one callin’ ’em friends
Uh, drop top Rolls-Royce, I don’t know the kind, I don’t know the name of it
Fucked this lil’ bitch last night and this morning, but I don’t know the name of her
She told that pussy, she don’t know nothin’ about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Mama, you a thot (Uh)
I don’t want shots (Uh)
Brother, you a rat (My brother)
Twin, you a pack (Twin)
Runnin’ through Saks
Louis V slacks (Louis)
Hermès trench (Hermès)
Swimming pool heated (Ooh)
Yeah, she ain’t tryna eat it (She ain’t tryna what?)
Shawty, you can beat it (Bitch)
Drinkin’ two-liter, ride a two-seater (Uh, uh), ridin’ with a eater (Bitch)
Callin’ me papi, I’m callin’ her mami and señorita (Uh, yeah, all of it)
I ain’t bein’ cocky, but I been puttin’ on ever since beepers (No kizzy)
Fuck me good the first day, a nigga might keep her (Fuck a nigga good)
Blowin’ money fast like a fuckin’ cheetah (Mm, that’s good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas (Ah)
Bugatti Spyder, whippin’ that bitch from the side

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I’m spendin this shit on my bitch and my kids (Put this shit up for my kids)
I’m sittin’ in the Bent’, not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent (No rent, nigga)
I don’t want you goin’ to do nothin’ if I gotta be the one tell you to spin (Hah)
These fuck niggas tellin’ for nothin’, and I gotta be the one callin’ ’em friends (On God)
Uh, drop top Rolls-Royce, I don’t know the kind, I don’t know the name of it (I don’t know the name of it)
Fucked this lil’ bitch last night and this morning, but I don’t know the name of her (What’s her name?)
She told that pussy, she don’t know nothin’ about him, and it fucked his fame up (Haha)
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

[Interlude: Future & Young Thug]
You identify my bitches with APs
She ain’t got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belong to the streets (Ski)

[Verse 2: Future]
Uh-huh, spoiled lil’ bitch wearin’ a Patek (Huh)
Rose gold snake, she a baddie (Uh-huh)
Transport foreign, go slatty (Uh-huh)
Doggin’ out a ho like Shaggy (Beep)
Could’ve went Spec’, went Caddy (Ah)
Pull up with the cutter, we ready (Yeah)
Fucked the opp bitch, I’m petty (Ah)
Iced out bolognese spaghetti (Yeah)
First off gotta go baguettie (Slime)
Talk less, do more spinnin’ (Yeah)
Walk down, shit’ll get drenchy, uh
Turnt the whole city up litty (Skrrt)
Bad bitch could’ve went viddy (Wow)
Savage, 21 killers (Brr)
Brat bitch ridin’ wit’ her sister, huh
Dog-ass ho, you a thotty, ayy
Bruh turn cop, new body, uh
Twin, you a rat, you smoked, uh
Shoot ’em in the head, you the GOAT, uh
Could’ve went fed, went broke, uh
Trap nigga livin’ out the ocean, yeah
The Phantom, the Rolls, I don’t know
The eaters go wherever I go (Uh-ah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Money on money, these millions, ya dig?
I’m spendin this shit on my bitch and my kids
I’m sittin’ in the Bent’, not the Benz
This motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent
I don’t want you goin’ to do nothin’ if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin’ for nothin’, and I gotta be the one callin’ ’em friends
Uh, drop top Rolls-Royce, I don’t know the kind, I don’t know the name of it
Fucked this lil’ bitch last night and this morning, but I don’t know the name of her
She told that pussy, she don’t know nothin’ about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

Money On Money Lyrics Meaning

[Intro: Young Thug]
The intro sets the stage with producer tags and an immediate energy that signals luxury and exclusivity. Young Thug’s quick entry into the beat reinforces the track’s confident tone. The line “The Wagster, turn on your song” suggests a self-aware moment, hyping the listener up for what’s to come. It’s a flex-heavy, stylistic intro that cues the themes of money and dominance early on.

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Young Thug launches into a boastful hook that underlines his extravagant lifestyle. He emphasizes financial freedom—owning a Bentley outright, spending lavishly on his partner and kids, and refusing to rent or owe anything. The chorus also touches on integrity and street loyalty, drawing a line between those who act without needing direction and those who snitch, despite being considered friends. The mention of not knowing car or women’s names reinforces detachment and power dynamics, while the phrase “same mud” is a nod to shared struggle or authenticity among his true circle.

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
In this verse, Young Thug blends vivid braggadocio with personal callouts. He mocks familial and street disloyalties, flips fashion and brand mentions into status symbols, and uses sexual dominance as a metaphor for control. His flow jumps between abstract images and pointed jabs, like referencing a brother as a rat or a twin as a pack—highlighting betrayal and commodification. He closes the verse by emphasizing his long-term dominance, tracing his grind back to the days of beepers and likening his lifestyle to a cheetah’s speed and a hyena’s survival instincts.

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Repeated for emphasis, the chorus reinforces the track’s central narrative. Each return to the hook underscores Young Thug’s values: wealth, independence, loyalty, and a rejection of disloyalty or weakness. The tone remains dismissive yet grounded in personal code, echoing a mix of detachment and discernment.

[Interlude: Future & Young Thug]
This brief transition is both sharp and iconic. Future uses the AP watch as a status marker—if a woman doesn’t have one, she doesn’t belong to him. The statement “She belong to the streets” is a culturally loaded phrase that implies promiscuity or disloyalty. It’s a line that adds humor but also continues the theme of exclusivity and ownership tied to wealth.

[Verse 2: Future]
Future takes over with a ruthless and dynamic verse, stacking lines that switch between luxury, violence, and street pride. He touches on relationships with high-maintenance women, ready-to-go violence, petty revenge, and mob-style loyalty. There’s a chaotic yet calculated rhythm to his delivery—each couplet is a mix of designer flexes, brutal threats, and reflections on trap life. His use of vivid terms like “iced out bolognese spaghetti” and “shoot ‘em in the head, you the GOAT” exaggerates and glorifies his gangster persona while revealing the dark absurdity of his world.

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The final chorus wraps the song in its original energy. It brings back the key motifs—money, cars, women, betrayal—repeating them as a mantra of power and control. The repetition solidifies the track’s rhythm while also reinforcing the unchanging nature of Thug’s worldview: he values loyalty, detests snitching, and surrounds himself with only those who share his struggle and code.

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