Hell on high heels Boys call ya Baby, the way ya walk it talk it Town calls ya Honey, it's how ya makin' money Bashful Betty, such a bondage brat Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat A serpent's tongue calculating mind Gets top billing for her hip

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days Money get made, bitches don't ever get saved Saint Laurent shades, cookin' up dope, gettin' paid She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page I was already red bottom, came on the scene It's hard

You never give me your money You only give me your funny paper And in the middle of negotiations You break down I never give you my number I only give you my situation And in the middle of investigation I break down Out of college, money spent

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose I want the money, money and the cars The money (money) Cars (cars) The clothes (clothes)

End of discussion I went from nothing to something I want them real deal hunnids Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani Pussy tsunami Ain't talkin' no money, it's nothing Big bag, truckload (huh) I'm in her throat (throat) Plug call, I finesse for the

Can't buy me love Money can't buy me love I don't care too much for money Can't buy me love, love If it makes you feel all right Everybody tells me so No, no, no, no Say you don't need no diamond rings And I'll be satisfied

Mo Money, yeah Mo Money, Blow Money, Show Money Party Money, Side Ho Money, Dope Money New Clothes money from shit that I wrote money So much money I don't know who stole from me Hard to keep track I'm used to having no money Still broke compared to

(Money on my mind) (Money money on my mind) (Money on my mind) Fuck bitches, get money (Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind) Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Get money, get money, get money, yeah (So money is all I think of) Get money, fuck bitches

I hate to see the look on your face I wish I could make myself stay But our hearts don't live in the same space So tell me how to break yours with grace And you had money and cars, looked like a star You loved me so good, I could cry Brought me roses and