& he ill, he real, he might gotta deal He pop bottles & he got the right kinda bill
Is it two? Three? Leave a good tip, Imma blow all my money and don't give two shits.
But I'm alone on my throne All these riches
Give me dome dome da-da-da-da-da dome dome dome I aint trippin on ya money money long long long
Bump in my hoopty hoopty hoop. I own that. And I aint payin my rent this month. I owe that.
I think big, get cash, make em blink fast
We get a lot of cheese, no mice with that.
& if I'm fake I aint notice cause my money aint
These broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck. I'm only happy when I'm hoppin out the Brinks truck.
Yeah my money's so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it
My money slow, my money stupid, money ditzy
& I'm all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face
Cause POP POP POP it goes my rubber band. So STOP STOP STOP sniffin that contraband.
VIP Rosé you can have a beer Cuz honey when you gettin money you don't have a care
Niggas know my pussy taste like mango-tango so they put a couple karats in my ankle bangles
I was in them million dollar meetings, he was cheatin. All up in the church, he was sneakin wit the deacon.
Aint nothin you can tell her Yeah she get the mozarella
Now everybody let me hear you say 'Ray Ray Ray'. Now spend all your money cause they pay pay pay.
Register my money, for the money gymnastic. Cause I make it flip now they be lookin all nasty.
Anyway Ri Ri what rhymes wit your name really? Money got you vacationing in Chile
I'm bout that fast money, money ain't got no patience. But if them boys come run like you on probation.
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