You’re so money, money, money You got a country road Carolina soul Baby you’re just so homegrown Ooh, I dig the way that you move You shake it down to your roots I did your momma teach you how to do that thing you do Yeah, nothing sweeter than wild I’ll

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 Wanna make the world dance Ain't about the ha cha-ching cha-ching Ain't about the yeah ba-bling ba-bling Everybody

I'm getting this nigga in the morning He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when He see me in the evenin' Want to catch all these feelin' Well let me be the first to get mine Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga? (You sold your

Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney Yeah, it's what a girl like I don't want ya man, I just want the shmoney That's what a girl like Gimme money, all I want is money I'm Cardi B, all I know is shmoney shmoney Beat ya bitch, if it's not green then back up

Yeah, I don't wanna her unless she swallow Ay, gettin' money like I won the lotto Uh, uh, yeah, all hunnids that's my motto Uh, yeah, money don't fall Yeah, kick a J, with some penny loaf Fresh down 'till my socks though I don't wanna her unless she

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it Diamonds in my chain gold Every twenty minutes, change clothes I had a mil before the label Just as long as they know, money made me do it I said rest in peace to Bankroll You in a better place, dog You won't ever

(Gimme what you got, gimme gimme what you got) Yeah (Gimme what you got, gimme gimme what you got) Money money money make her smile Oh it's not complicated so this won't take a while You see music make her dance and money money money make her smile Are

I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead I don't wanna be you I wanna make a lot of money But I don't wanna go to school I don't wanna get a real job It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do

He ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit you never seen, girl She don't think that I can change So I switched from a Benz to a Range First class to the jet (Yeah) I got more money than her ex Way more money than her ex And he ain't nothing