Money Twërk
Yeat Lyrics


Yeah, yeah, yeah
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (damn, Trgc made that?)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, get bread like Lil' Boosie
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah-yeah, yeah, ayy-yeah
Yeah

My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hunnids on me every day, I got blueys (yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (skrrt)
Hunnids and fifties, we addin' up sixties
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (yeah)
I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (yeah)

They ask me, "What do them racks do?" (A lot)
I told them (what? Yeah)
Make that bitch twerk, make that bitch twerk (yeah, yeah)
Just left the Earth, she go berserk (let's go)
My money twerk, my money turn up (up, up)
My money flip, my money burn up (yeah, skrrt)
I got two phones, one to scam, one to burn on (brrt)
Hellcat do the turn around then do the donut (skrrt)
Whole street smell the rubber, do a burnout in the Trackhawk (skrrt)
Back to back, switch it to the Cayenne on the black top (woo)
How I make two hunnid bands off a laptop?
Eliantte diamonds on me, I'm flooded
Yeah, you not my twizzy, nobody (shh)
You not my bitch or my cuddy (uh-huh)
Yeah, Balenciaga, Margeli' (Balenci')
Yeah, you rock Marc Jacobs, you smelly (uh)
Yeah, came out the beast, out the belly (uh)
Please, don't make me go shh like Melly (bah)
I been in LA, I been in Elly
Canary yellow diamonds on piss, R Kelly (yeah, yeah)
Everything Chane'-ne', everything Chanelly (Chanelly)
I was broke, broke, now I made a milli'
I was livin' locked up, makin' money, goin' silly
Doin' hits, had to buzz, I don't care, I don't feel it (yeah, yeah)
Balenciaga my sweat suit
I got your bitch extra wet in a wetsuit (ooh)
Got your bitch suckin' dick, blow it like kazoo (woo)
Her coochie balder than bald, that bitch Caillou
She fell in love with me 'cause the bitch freaky (freaky)
This bitch gon' cap a lot, call her Fushigi (Fushigi)
I told my fiends I might haircut my beanie
I don't wish for shit in this life, fuck a genie, yeah (uh, uh)
First, I'ma pour up the Tris for the real ones
Second, I pour up some Wock' so I feel some (go)
Then, I'm gon' take me a Perc' so I feel some more
And then take me an X, so I feel some more (so I feel some more)

My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hunnids on me every day, I got blueys (yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (skrrt)
Hunnids and fifties, we addin' up sixties
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (yeah)
I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (yeah)

Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Joshua Hall, Mason Wu, Noah Smith

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Kaskimalle

Yeah, yeah, yeah
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi
(Damn, Trgc made that?) Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, get bread like Lil' Boosie
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah-yeah, yeah, ayy-yeah
Yeah
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (skrrt)
Hundreds and 50s, we adding up 60s
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know!
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (yeah)
I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (yeah)
They ask me, "What do them racks do?" (A lot)
I told them (what? Yeah)
Make that bitch twerk, make that bitch twerk (yeah, yeah)
Just left the Earth, she go berserk (let's go)
My money twerk, my money turn up (up, up)
My money flip, my money burn up (yeah, skrrt)
I got two phones, one to scam, one the burner (brrt)
Hellcat do the turn around then do the donut (err)
Whole street smell the rubber, do a burnout in the Trackhawk (skrrt)
Back to back, switch it to the Cayenne on the black top (woo)
How I make 200 bands off a laptop?
Eliantte diamonds on me, I'm flooded
Yeah, you not my twizzy, nobody (shh)
You not my bitch or my cuddy (uh-huh)
Yeah, Balenciaga, Margelly (Balenci')
Yeah, you rock Marc Jacobs, you smelly (uh)
Yeah, came out the beast, out the belly (uh)
Please, don't make me go shh like Melly (bah)
I been in LA, I been in Elly
Canary yellow diamonds on piss, R Kelly (yeah, yeah)
Everything Chane'-ne', everything Chanelly (Chanelly)
I was broke, broke, now I made a milli'
I was livin' locked up, makin' money, goin' silly
Doin' hits, had to buzz, I don't care, I don't feel it (yeah, yeah)
Balenciaga my sweatsuit
I got your bitch extra wet in a wetsuit (ooh)
Got your bitch suckin' dick, blow it like kazoo (woo)
Her coochie balder than bald, that bitch Caillou
She fell in love with me 'cause the bitch freaky (freaky)
This bitch gon' cap a lot, call her Fushigi (Fushigi)
I told my fiends I might hair-cut my beanie
I don't wish for shit in this life, fuck a genie, yeah (uh, uh)
First, I'ma pour up the Tris for the real ones
Second, I pour up some Wock' so I feel some (go)
Then, I'm gon' take me a Perc' so I feel some more
And then take me an X, so I feel some more!
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (skrrt)
Hundreds and 50s, we adding up 60s
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know!
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (yeah)
I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (yeah)



Mist

Yeah, yeah, ayy
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (Damn, Trgc made that?)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, get bread like Lil' Boosie
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ayy-yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (Bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (Yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (Yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, shе go (Go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (Skrrt)
Hundreds and fiftiеs, we addin' up sixties
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know (Know)
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (Yeah)
I might go mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (God, yeah)
[Verse]
They ask me, "What do them racks do?" (A lot)
I told them (What? Yeah)
Make that bitch twerk, make that bitch twerk (Yeah, yeah)
Just left the Earth, she go berserk (Yeah, let's go)
My money twerk, my money turn up (Up, up)
My money flip, my money burn up (Yeah, skrt)
I got two phones, one to scam, one the burner (Brrt)
Hellcat do the turn around then, do the donut (Skrt)
Whole street smell the rubber, do a burnout in the Trackhawk (Skrt)
Back to back, switch it to the Cayenne on the black top (Woo)
How I make two hundred bands off a laptop? (Two hundred)
Eliantte diamonds on me, I'm flooded (Yeah)
Yeah, you not my twizzy, nobody (Shh)
You not my bitch or my cuddy (Huh?)
Yeah, Balenciaga or Margelly (Balenci)
Yeah, you rock Marc Jacobs, you smelly (Uh)
Yeah, came out the beast, out the belly (Uh)
Please don't make me go, shh, like Melly (Bah)
I been in L.A., I been in Elly
Canary yellow diamonds on piss, R Kelly (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, everything Chane'-ne', everything Chanelly (Chanelly)
How you broke boy, dumb boy I made a milli' (Yeah)
I was living locked up, makin' money, goin' silly
Doin' hits, had to buzz, I don't care, I don't feel it (Yeah, yeah)
Balenciaga my sweatsuit
I got your bitch extra wet in a wetsuit (Ooh)
Got your bitch suckin' dick, blow it like kazoo (Woo)
Her coochie balder than bald, that bitch Caillou
She fell in love with me 'cause the bitch freaky (Freaky)
This bitch gon' cap a lot, call her fushigi (Fushigi)
I told my fiends I might haircut my beanie (Ah)
I don't wish for shit in this life, fuck a genie, yeah (Uh, uh)
First I'ma pour up the Tris for the real ones
Second I pour up some Wock' so I feel some (Go)
Then I'm gon' take me a Perc' so I feel some more
And then take me an X so I feel some more (So I feel some more)
[Chorus]
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (Bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (Yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (Yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (Go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (Skrrt)
Hundreds and fifties, we addin' up sixties
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know (Know)
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (Yeah)
I might go mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (God, yeah)



LyricOnMerzic

My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi
(Damn, Trgc made that?) Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, get bread like Lil' Boosie
Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (skrrt)
Hundreds and 50s, we adding up 60s
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know!
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (yeah)
I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (yeah)
They ask me, "What do them racks do?" (A lot)
I told them (what? Yeah)
Make that bitch twerk, make that bitch twerk (yeah, yeah)
Just left the Earth, she go berserk (let's go)
My money twerk, my money turn up (up, up)
My money flip, my money burn up (yeah, skrrt)
I got two phones, one to scam, one the burner (brrt)
Hellcat do the turn around then do the donut (err)
Whole street smell the rubber, do a burnout in the Trackhawk (skrrt)
Back to back, switch it to the Cayenne on the black top (woo)
How I make 200 bands off a laptop?
Eliantte diamonds on me, I'm flooded
Yeah, you not my twizzy, nobody (shh)
You not my bitch or my cuddy (uh-huh)
Yeah, Balenciaga, Margelly (Balenci')
Yeah, you rock Marc Jacobs, you smelly (uh)
Yeah, came out the beast, out the belly (uh)
Please, don't make me go shh like Melly (bah)
I been in LA, I been in Elly
Canary yellow diamonds on piss, R Kelly (yeah, yeah)
Everything Chane'-ne', everything Chanelly (Chanelly)
I was broke, broke, now I made a milli'
I was livin' locked up, makin' money, goin' silly
Doin' hits, had to buzz, I don't care, I don't feel it (yeah, yeah)
Balenciaga my sweatsuit
I got your bitch extra wet in a wetsuit (ooh)
Got your bitch suckin' dick, blow it like kazoo (woo)
Her coochie balder than bald, that bitch Caillou
She fell in love with me 'cause the bitch freaky (freaky)
This bitch gon' cap a lot, call her Fushigi (Fushigi)
I told my fiends I might hair-cut my beanie
I don't wish for shit in this life, fuck a genie, yeah (uh, uh)
First, I'ma pour up the Tris for the real ones
Second, I pour up some Wock' so I feel some (go)
Then, I'm gon' take me a Perc' so I feel some more
And then take me an X, so I feel some more!
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (skrrt)
Hundreds and 50s, we adding up 60s
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know!
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (yeah)
I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (yeah)



Bash

Chorus]
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (Bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (Yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (Yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (Go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (Skrrt)
Hundreds and fifties, we addin' up sixties
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know (Know)
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (Yeah)
I might go mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (God, yeah)

[Verse]
They ask me, "What do them racks do?" (A lot)
I told them (What? Yeah)
Make that bitch twerk, make that bitch twerk (Yeah, yeah)
Just left the Earth, she go berserk (Yeah, let's go)
My money twerk, my money turn up (Up, up)
My money flip, my money burn up (Yeah, skrt)
I got two phones, one to scam, one the burner (Brrt)
Hellcat do the turn around then, do the donut (Skrt)
Whole street smell the rubber, do a burnout in the Trackhawk (Skrt)
Back to back, switch it to the Cayenne on the black top (Woo)
How I make two hundred bands off a laptop? (Two hundred)
Eliantte diamonds on me, I'm flooded (Yeah)
Yeah, you not my twizzy, nobody (Shh)
You not my bitch or my cuddy (Huh?)
Yeah, Balenciaga or Margelly (Balenci)
Yeah, you rock Marc Jacobs, you smelly (Uh)
Yeah, came out the beast, out the belly (Uh)
Please don't make me go, shh, like Melly (Bah)
I been in L.A., I been in Elly
Canary yellow diamonds on piss, R Kelly (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, everything Chane'-ne', everything Chanelly (Chanelly)
I was too poor, poor, now I made a milli' (Yeah)
I was living locked up, makin' money, goin' silly
Doin' hits, had to buzz, I don't care, I don't feel it (Yeah, yeah)
Balenciaga my sweatsuit
I got your bitch extra wet in a wetsuit (Ooh)
Got your bitch suckin' dick, blow it like kazoo (Woo)
Her coochie balder than bald, that bitch Caillou
She fell in love with me 'cause the bitch freaky (Freaky)
This bitch gon' cap a lot, call her fushigi (Fushigi)
I told my fiends I might haircut my beanie (Ah)
I don't wish for shit in this life, fuck a genie, yeah (Uh, uh)
First I'ma pour up the Tris for the real ones
Second I pour up some Wock' so I feel some (Go)
Then I'm gon' take me a Perc' so I feel some more
And then take me an X so I feel some more (So I feel some more)

[Chorus]
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (Bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (Yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (Yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (Go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (Skrrt)
Hundreds and fifties, we addin' up sixties
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know (Know)
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (Yeah)
I might go mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (God, yeah)



All comments from YouTube:

September Swiper

We hit da twizzyshake hella times we goated

jakeyvv?

fr

Rboy66

Twizzy

MacioSzek TV

twizzyrichhh

TuckerTrys

smook tober diner lunch

VegeetoDropEmOff

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brandon omondi

i'm a 90 yr old yeat enthusiast, back in ww2 i could neva have imagined listening to this typa music. yeat encouraged me to get back into my younger self and surround myself w the richest twizzys. now i pop x's and go to sleep when i see the sun. thanks very much noah smith.

Dylan Pitz

0:17

Romi

real lyfe

ASTROebu

My man be editing his kill streaks in ww2 in his mind while playing this song

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