Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollas You say that you a baller And I see you tryna holla But that ain't how I was brought up Working for my money 'Cause that's what my momma taught me So yo ass betta show me some respect

Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show I got bitches gettin' naked, throwin' money on the floor Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin' 'cause he broke I ain't never played the bitch, I'm in the game and that's for sure Claustrophobic, dropped

Man, what can I say? I was just another niggas from the town Tryin' to find a way to get paid Man, what can I say? (What?) Big body, 100 thousand dollar car I pull up in new one, every day I'm getting too much cake 'fore I save Made way more money than a

You can rely on the old man's money 'Cause you know it don't matter anyway Say money but it won't get you too far You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far Get you too far It's a bitch girl and it's gone too far It's a bitch girl but it's gone too far

As a rock and roll star So inviting, so enticing to play the part I could play the wild mutation As a rock and roll star, get it on yeah I could do with the money I'm so wiped out with things as they are I'd send my photograph to my honey and I'd c'mon

Forget about the price tag It's not about the money money money We don't need your money money money We just wanna make the world dance Ain't about the uh cha-ching cha-ching Ain't about the yeah b-bling b-bling Wanna make the world dance Everybody look

Here's life without you How can I show you that Just promise me forever, boo All that money I spend All those places I been I can't forget you babe Working hard for this loot Girl I wanna spend it with you

Showin me love I was so amazed throwin up dubs Baby what it is? I just wanna touch Maybe catch a grub like it's only us In the middle of the stage Maybe get some... (hahaha) Spend my money

I remember being broke and down bad Now I pay nothing for my sneakers 'cause I'm NAV He can't get a feature so he mad I ain't nothing like these rappers they won't last I don't wanna call her now she sad It's 'cause I'm getting money fucking bitches

Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody