Must Hate Money
Drake Lyrics


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I've got it made thats what I'm talking about
Going down to the fashion store and get myself fitted out
Going down to the dealers buy myself a brand new car
So me and my lady can ride

Check, I wish y'all coulda seen me back in high school, backpack
Grey range black Ac'
Put a half a stack out just to get a stack back
Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants
Back when "fuck bitches, get money" was the new chant
It started out about a boy like Hugh Grant
Now I'm a young man doin' things you can't
But you can't call me Champagne Charlie
I campaign hardly
My damn chain glitter ruby red
The type of shit that leave your hand stained scarlet
I live it, thought you knew this
I swear that we been through this
Your boyfriends future plans got 'em on today's to-do list
'Cause he rollin' wit more squares then you would find up on a rubix
Bingo, money ain't a thing ho
That prometh with that Sprite and jolly rancher so flamingo
I ain't speaking in code real niggas they know the lingo
'Cause when I'm in the spot it's popping like Christopher's single

If y'all don't like me then (you must hate money, money)
Guaranteed if you had it to spare
You could probably comprehend I'm just sayin' man (you must hate money, money)
They be gettin' jealous when you paid
Savin' everything they made, I keep thinkin' that (you must hate money, money)
Telling people my image is lame
And I'm whats wrong with the game, but I'm feelin' like (you must hate money, money)
Considering everywhere I go got couple grand to blow man you know

Hey, I'm flyer then a motherfucker
Haters wanna see me dead like John Tucker (so)
I'm in that big boy 550 s-class
I hit the gas and watch them hoes waving through the glass
Pimp glass I'm riding new in 2008 (say what)
I hit them hoes and send em home, you take em on a date
That white Gucci ticker let em know there's money here
I grip the cline and sit on seats that's made of cashmere
5 karats in my ear, you see them hoes jock?
Bitch there's a whole lotta rocks up in this powder watch
I'm writin' letters to the pen for my brother Irving
Send him a picture of that drop with me in it swervin'
Hotter than a bitch rock, Cooler than some ice cream
Gotta feed myself I'm up here living in a dream
My Cadillac mean but my 88 a beast
If being fly against the law bitch call the po-lice

If y'all don't like me then (you must hate money, money)
Guaranteed if you had it to spare
You could probably comprehend I'm just sayin' man (you must hate money, money)
They be gettin' jealous when you paid
Savin' everything they made, I keep thinkin' that (you must hate money, money)
Telling people my image is lame
And I'm whats wrong with the game, but I'm feelin' like (you must hate money, money)
Considering everywhere I go got couple grand to blow man you know

Stacks on deck, lac's mounted on D's
I don't trust you so make sure you count it all please
And once its all there, then that put me at ease
And these niggas just mad cause they account is on freeze
Baby pay attention please, I'm more coordinated then a dance team
Its my turn, my turn like advance green
My true religion is money, check out the pant seams
I got cash in my palm I call it hand cream
And I just want the paper
My momma trying to go to Rome and I just wanna take her
I'm tryin' to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
They hating cause my swagger at a all time high
Shit its a damn shame homie I don't even try
Get money mofo is all you hear me reply

If y'all don't like me then (you must hate money, money)
Guaranteed if you had it to spare
You could probably comprehend I'm just sayin' man (you must hate money, money)
They be gettin' jealous when you paid
Savin' everything they made, I keep thinkin' that (you must hate money, money)
Telling people my image is lame




And I'm whats wrong with the game, but I'm feelin' like (you must hate money, money)
Considering everywhere I go got couple grand to blow man you know

Overall Meaning

In Drake's "Must Hate Money," the rapper boasts about his success and wealth. He describes his ability to buy himself and his lady a new car, and to shop at high-end fashion stores to "fit himself out." He also delves into the past, discussing his high school days when he would spend money on new clothes and shoes. He acknowledges the jealousy that often accompanies financial success and responds by saying that those who don't like him must hate money. He notes that he works hard for his wealth and deserves the luxury he enjoys.


The song also references Drake's celebrity status and his love of hip-hop music. He brags about his expensive jewelry, including a glittering ruby chain, and his Cadillac and 88 cars. Through his lyrics, Drake shows an appreciation for the finer things in life and works hard to maintain his luxurious lifestyle.


Overall, "Must Hate Money" explores themes of wealth and success, and the jealousy and criticism that often comes with it. The song highlights Drake's hard work and dedication to his craft, and he encourages his listeners to pursue their own goals no matter what others may say.


Line by Line Meaning

I've got it made thats what I'm talking about
I'm wealthy and successful and happy about it


Going down to the fashion store and get myself fitted out
I'm going to buy some expensive clothes


Going down to the dealers buy myself a brand new car
I'm going to buy an expensive car


So me and my lady can ride
So I can show off my wealth to my girlfriend


Check, I wish y'all coulda seen me back in high school, backpack
I used to be a normal kid in school


Grey range black Ac'
I used to have a grey Range Rover and a black Acura


Put a half a stack out just to get a stack back
I used to gamble and make money, sometimes double what I put in


Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants
I used to dress fresh and buy new clothes for school dances


Back when 'fuck bitches, get money' was the new chant
In high school, we used to care about making money and having sex with girls


It started out a boy like Hugh Grant
I used to be a regular boy, like the actor Hugh Grant


Now I'm a young man doin' things you can't
Now I'm rich and successful and you can't keep up


But you can't call me Champagne Charlie
But don't call me a snob


I campaign hardly
I work hard to maintain my success


My damn chain glitter ruby red
My expensive jewelry has ruby red gems


The type of shit that leave your hand stained scarlet
The gems on my jewelry are so expensive that they can leave stains on your hands


I live it, thought you knew this
I live a luxurious lifestyle, you should already know this


I swear that we been through this
I've told you about my success before


Your boyfriends future plans got 'em on today's to-do list
Your boyfriend is focused on his future and making plans today


'Cause he rollin' wit more squares then you would find up on a rubix
He's too normal and not successful enough


Bingo, money ain't a thing ho
Bingo, I have so much money that it's not a problem


That prometh with that Sprite and jolly rancher so flamingo
I'm mixing cough syrup with Sprite and Jolly Ranchers and it's really gross


I ain't speaking in code real niggas they know the lingo
I speak the language of successful people and real successful people understand me


'Cause when I'm in the spot it's popping like Christopher's single
When I'm somewhere, I make it popular and exciting


If y'all don't like me then (You must hate money, money)
If you don't like me and my success, then you must not like money


Guaranteed if you had it to spare you could probably comprehend I'm just sayin' man (You must hate money, money)
If you had a lot of money, you'd understand me and my success


They be gettin' jealous when you paid, savin' everything they made, I keep thinkin' that (You must hate money, money)
People get jealous of my wealth and success and I think they must not like money


Telling people my image is lame, and I'm whats wrong with the game, but I'm feelin' like (You must hate money, money)
People criticize me and my success and I feel like they must not like money


Considering everywhere I go got couple grand to blow man you know
Wherever I go, I have a couple thousand dollars to spend


Hey, I'm flyer then a motherfucker
I'm looking good and stylish


Haters wanna see me dead like John Tucker (So)
People who dislike me wish I was dead


I'm in that big boy 550 s-class
I drive an expensive Mercedes-Benz 550 S-Class


I hit the gas and watch them hoes waving through the glass
I drive fast and show off my wealth to girls


Pimp glass I'm riding new in 2008 (say what)
I'm driving a new car from 2008


I hit them hoes and send em home, you take em on a date
I have one-night stands with girls, while you have to take them on dates


That white Gucci ticker let em know there's money here
My expensive white Gucci watch shows people that I have a lot of money


I grip the cline and sit on seats that's made of cashmere
I have expensive leather seats made of cashmere in my car


5 karats in my ear, you see them hoes jock?
I have expensive diamond earrings and girls like me for it


Bitch there's a whole lotta rocks up in this powder watch
My watch has a lot of diamonds on it


I'm writin' letters to the pen for my brother Irving
I'm writing letters to my brother who is in prison


Send him a picture of that drop with me in it swervin'
I'm sending him a picture of me driving my car recklessly


Hotter than a bitch rock, Cooler than some ice cream
I'm really cool and everyone thinks I'm attractive


Gotta feed myself I'm up here living in a dream
I have to take care of myself since I'm living a luxurious life


My Cadillac mean but my 88 a beast
I have a mean Cadillac but my old car is even better


If being fly against the law bitch call the po-lice
If being stylish was illegal, then call the police


Stacks on deck, lac's mounted on D's
I have a lot of money and expensive rims on my car


I don't trust you so make sure you count it all please
I don't trust you, so count the money I give you


And once its all there, then that put me at ease
Once the money is all counted, then I'm happy


And these niggas just mad cause they account is on freeze
People are jealous of me because they don't have any money


Baby pay attention please, I'm more coordinated then a dance team
Please pay attention to me, I'm really talented and coordinated


Its my turn, my turn like advance green
Now it's my turn to be on top, just like a green traffic light


My true religion is money, check out the pant seams
I care most about money, even more than my religion


I got cash in my palm I call it hand cream
I have so much money in my hand that I can call it hand cream


And I just want the paper
I just want money


My momma trying to go to Rome and I just wanna take her
My mom wants to go to Rome and I want to pay for her trip


I'm tryin' to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
I'm trying to figure out what my future is going to be like


So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I want to be on a beach in Jamaica with my friends


I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
I tell girls to lower their standards, while you're barely making it


They hating cause my swagger at a all time high
People are jealous of my style which is at a high point right now


Shit its a damn shame homie I don't even try
It's sad that I'm so much better than you without even trying


Get money mofo is all you hear me reply
When people talk to me, I just talk about making money




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: AUBREY GRAHAM, WRITERS UNKNOWN

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Chris Priester

Most drake fans haven’t even heard this classic πŸ“€πŸ”₯

Sammykiss Leumas

First time for me

Bryan layton

@Sammykiss Leumas damn and what ever happened to rich boy? THROW SOME d's

Maceo Purvis

Cause they not Drake fans

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Shant Kizakian

This goes hard forever, timeless piece

T Moneyt2flyy

Comeback season was def a underrated tape hands down πŸ‘ŒπŸ½

Leon Norbel

You can tell Drake was starving and look at him now, sitting back chillin hahahaha congratulations Drizzy you’re the man and thanks for all of the great memories to a lot of your old music. I respect where you’re at now/ salute to you & Canada πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ’ͺπŸ»βœŠπŸ»πŸ‘ŠπŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―

Jaiden901x

For real, thanks for the memories drake!

PorquΓ© Fresco

Listening to this a few hours after he just won Billboard Artist Of The Decade Award! What a run it has been since the MySpace days Drizzy πŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎ

Mike21SaintPatrick

Talking like he was already full even back then.

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