Money

Lyrics

Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real
 I ride his dick, in some big tall heels
 Big fat checks, big large bills
 Front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels
 Cold ass bitch, I give Ross chills
 Ten different looks and my looks all kill
 I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills
 He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels (woo)
 I was born to flex (yes)
 Diamonds on my neck
 I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (woo)
 But nothing in this world
 That I like more than checks (money)
 All I really wanna see is the (money)
 I don't really need the D, I need the (money)
 All a bad bitch need is the (money flow)
 I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
 Bustin' out the roof
 I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
 Touch me, I'll shoot (bow)
 Shake a little ass (money)
 Get a little bag and take it to the store (money)
 Get a little cash (money)
 You shake it real fast, you get a little more (money)
 I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
 Bustin' out the roof
 I got bands in the coupe (brrr)
 Bustin' out the roof (Cardi)
 I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit
 I need room for my legs
 I got a baby, I need some money, yeah
 I need cheese for my egg
 All y'all bitches in trouble
 Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle
 I heard that Cardi went pop
 Yeah, I did go pop (pop)
 That's me bustin' they bubble
 I'm Dasani with the drip
 Baby mommy with the clip
 Walk out Follie's with a bitch
 Bring a thottie to the whip
 If she fine or she thick, goddamn
 Walkin' past the mirror, ooh
 Damn, I'm fine (fine)
 Let a bitch try me, boom (boom)
 Hammer time, uh
 I was born to flex (yes)
 Diamonds on my neck
 I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (woo)
 But nothing in this world
 That I like more than checks (money)
 All I really wanna see is the (money)
 I don't really need the D, I need the (money)
 All a bad bitch need is the (money flow)
 I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
 Bustin' out the roof
 I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
 Touch me, I'll shoot (bow)
 Shake a little ass (money)
 Get a little bag and take it to the store (money)
 Get a little cash (money)
 You shake it real fast, you get a little more (money)
 I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
 Bustin' out the roof
 I got bands in the coupe (brrr)
 Touch me, I'll shoot (bow)
 Bitch, I will pop on your pops (your pops)
 Bitch, I will pop on whoever (brrr)
 You know who popped the most shit? (Who?)
 The people whose shit not together (okay)
 You'da bet Cardi a freak (freak)
 All my pajamas is leather (uh)
 Bitch, I will black on your ass, yeah (woo, woo)
 Wakanda forever
 Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun (brrr)
 Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
 Cardi at the tip-top, bitch
 Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (uh)
 Jump it down, back it up (ooh, ayy)
 Make that nigga put down 2K
 I like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ
 He gonna eat this ass like soufflé
 I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
 I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex
 But nothing in this world
 That I like more than Kulture (Kulture, Kulture, Kulture)
 All I really wanna see is the (money)
 I don't really need the D, I need the (money)
 All a bad bitch need is the K.K.C (woo)
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Song Details

Duration
03:03
Key
8
Tempo
130 BPM

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