YOUNG THUG feat FUTURE – Money On Money Chords for Piano & Guitar

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This single was released on 24 April 2025. The vocals are by Young Thug , Future, the music is produced by Wheezy, Southside,, and the lyrics are written by Young Thug, Future, .
This song is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 118 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.

 
Original Key: Eb Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 118
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
 
 Ebm
 (Wheezy outta here)
 Ebm
 (808 Mafia)
 Ebm
 The Wagster, turn me up some
 Ebm
 Yeah, okay
  
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 [CHORUS] 
 Ebm
 Money on money, these millions, you dig?
 Ebm
 I'm spendin' this shit on my bitch and my kids
 Ebm
 I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz, 
 Ebm
 this motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent
 Ebm
 I don't want you goin' to do nothin' 
 Ebm
 if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
 Ebm
 These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin', 
 Ebm
 and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
 Ebm
 Uh, drop top Rolls Royce, I don't know the kind, 
 Ebm
 I don't know the name of it
 Ebm
 Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, 
 Ebm
 but I don't know the name of her
 Ebm
 She told that pussy she don't know nothin' about him, 
 Ebm
 and it fucked his fame up
 Ebm
 We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

 [VERSE] 
 Ebm
 Mama, you a thot (Uh)
 Ebm
 I don't want shots (Uh)
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 Brother, you a rat (My brother)
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 Twin, you a pack (Twin)
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 Runnin' through Saks (Hey)
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 Louis V slacks (Louis)
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 Hermès trench (Hermès)
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 Swimmin' pool heated (Ooh)
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 Yeah, she ain't tryna eat it (She ain't tryna what?)
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 Shawty, you can beat it (Beast)
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 Drinkin' two liter, ride a two seater (Uh, uh), ridin' with a eater (Beast)
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 Callin' me papi, I'm callin' her mami and señorita (Uh, yeah, all of it)
 Ebm
 I ain't bein' cocky, but I've been puttin' on ever since beepers (No kizzy)
 Ebm
 Fuck me good the first day, a nigga might keep her (Fuck a nigga good)
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 Blowin' money fast like a fuckin' cheetah (Mm, that's good)
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 I been in the trenches filled with hyenas (Ah, yeah, yeah)
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 Bugatti, Spyder, whippin' that bitch from the side
 
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 [CHORUS] 
 Ebm
 Money on money, these millions, you dig?
 Ebm
 I'm spendin this shit on my bitch and my kids 
 Ebm
 (Puttin' shit up for my kids)
 Ebm
 I'm sittin' in the Bent', not the Benz, 
 Ebm
 this motherfucker pink slip, nigga, no rent (No rent, nigga)
 Ebm
 I don't want you goin' to do nothin' 
 Ebm
 if I gotta be the one tell you to spin (Hah)
 Ebm
 These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin', 
 Ebm
 and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend (On God)
 Ebm
 Uh, drop top Rolls Royce, I don't know the kind, 
 Ebm
 I don't know the name of it (I don't know the name of it)
 Ebm
 Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, 
 Ebm
 but I don't know the name of her (What's her name?)
 Ebm
 She told that pussy, she don't know nothin' about him, 
 Ebm
 and it fucked his fame up (Haha)
 Ebm
 We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud
 
 Ebm
 You identify my bitches with APs
 Ebm
 She ain't got a AP, she is not mine
 Ebm
 You cold, he cold
 Ebm
 She belong to the streets (Ski)

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

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

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