paroles de chanson Mr. Money Bags - Lucian , Shotgun Willy

He rocks in the tree tops all day long Hoppin' and a-boppin' and
Singing his song all the little birdies on Jaybird Street Love to
Hear the robin go (gunshot) I tell em put it on my tab
(Ah woah)
Cause the IRS is coming for my ass
(Ah woah) Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax
(Ah woah) So much money call me
Mr.Money bags Mr-Mr.Money
Baby I'mma ball, til I fall steady goin' off
Of the wall does anybody know, who to call
Let em know the bank don't stop It don't stop
Said gimmie gimmie gimme gimme more, gimme more
I'm obsessed, uh money on the floor, in my drawer, in my chest
Uh I don't do my chores, anymore, I'm a mess, uh gimme gimme more
Gimme more you get less I watch it come in abundance they see me
Stuntin' and love it green in my hand
Like a Muppet don't give a fuck 'bout a budget now my dash at a
Hundred got hand full of pesos all this fuckin' cash like I married
Jeff Bezos now look at me
I be hotter than a hundred degrees now look at me
Like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh they said
That money doesn't grow on trees, yuh they said
The best things in life are free
I tell em put it on my tab
(Ah woah)
Cause the IRS is coming for my ass
(Ah woah) Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax
(Ah woah) So much money call me
Mr.Money bags Mr-Mr.Money
Baby I'mma ball, til I fall Steady goin' off
Of the wall Does anybody know, who to call Ay
Let em know The bank don't stop It don't stop
Said gimmie gimmie dumb mofucka' gettin' money
Feel like Forrest Gump 4 whores in my 4 door, when I'm showin' up
Oh my God" said my payroll got your papa Ghost in the garage
While my Phantom's at the opera now look at me
I be hotter than a hundred degrees now look at me
Like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh they said
That money doesn't grow on trees, yuh they said
The best things in life are free
I tell em put it on my tab
(Ah woah)
Cause the IRS is coming for my ass
(Ah woah) Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax
(Ah woah) So much money call me
Mr.Money bags Mr-Mr.Money
Baby I'mma ball, til I fall steady goin' off
Of the wall does anybody know, who to call
Let em know The bank don't stop It don't stop, said gimmie gimmie