Lyrics

Yeah, ooh, Kitty Get money bitch Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Diamond my wrist That's it Get money bitch That's it Look at my fit That's it We hittin' licks That's it We takin' trips That's it Bad as it gets That's it Top of the list That's it Fuck it, I'm rich That's it Thick thighs save lives (ooh) Pick a flight, G5 (ooh) Run it up sky high (ooh) Run it up wallah (ooh) Niggas ain't all what they posting to be Bitches pretend that it's supposed to be beef Front row, court side with the seats Pretty white feet and a freak in the sheets Get money, talk that's the lingo Stack up that paper like Kinco Pretty lil' bih from the hood But it's AMG Benz when I pop out to mingle I put a chic on a nigga then double back We put the stick on a nigga (yeah) I'm in the VIP with nigga No pic but I made him come tip for the liquor (yeah) Run it up, get the bag, dip Double up, run it back, flip Money come and go We get it to spend it And spin the block to get it back, okay Hop in the whips, okay Cartier wrist, okay Top of they list, okay Fuck it we lit, okay Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Yeah that's it Diamond my wrist That's it Get money bitch That's it Look at my fit That's it We hittin' licks That's it We takin' trips That's it Bad as it gets That's it Top of the list That's it Fuck it, I'm rich That's it
Writer(s): Jeremy Love, Leon Terrell Smith, Taylor Hing Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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