Yea, they call me Bizzo by the way
(By the way)
And we The9inetys by the way
(By the way)
We got that bounce mothaf*cka
(We got that bounce for ya mother)
What you gone do
Get money then, get money
(What you gon' do)
Do ya money dance, get money
(What you gon' do)
Get money then, get money
(What you gon' do baby)
Do ya money dance, get money
You know Daibizzo so polished like he been on
That's why he f*ck up every record that he get on
You know I keep a black queen, melanin pillow
That's why I made her squeeze that ass up in the Enzo
Me and ya ex baby that's not really a pickle
But I keeps a pussy nigga lookin' pissed off
I got her tryna make her way up out the friendzone
We got 'em tryna guess the album next zip code
Oh, I been on
Promise boy I been on
You fickle off and I'm official
Went from a Neon to a Ford to a Benzo
Went from Emari to f*ckin' these A-List hoes
I been on
Promise boy I been on
You fickle off and I'm official
Whip the Bugatti just lookin' for boys to shit on
Told you broke hoes I would get rich so
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
She say she gettin' money that's what she in it for
Stacks of blue hundreds line up all on the floor
And all of my women be in that center fold
Or on the cover with her brand new titties shown
Yea I bought 'em, spent it and I'll do it again
If she f*ck me right, I'll put her in a Benz
Her and all of her friends, pushin' Rarri's and shit
Giving dumb brain, they from Harvard and shit
Money trees, swear a nigga need some shade
From a block where they'll kill you off the color of ya Jays
So nigga just come correct, my niggas demand respect
Anything that they owe us, my niggas will come collect
Yea we on right, yea we on right
Lil mama said I was gleamin' on that blog site
Bitch you know I got it now
Been poppin' fore I got the crown
If money grew on trees
Would we be judged off our dollar amount
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
Like he been on
That's why he f*ck up every record that he get on
That's why I made her squeeze that ass up in the Enzo
Me and ya ex baby that's not really a pickle
But I keeps a pussy nigga lookin' pissed off
I got her tryna make her way up out the friendzone
We got 'em tryna guess the album next zip code
Oh
Promise boy I been on
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The9inetys - Money May Lyrics
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Yea, they call me Bizzo by the way
(By the way)
And we The9inetys by the way
(By the way)
We got that bounce mothaf*cka
(We got that bounce for ya mother)
What you gone do
Get money then, get money
(What you gon' do)
Do ya money dance, get money
(What you gon' do)
Get money then, get money
(What you gon' do baby)
Do ya money dance, get money
You know Daibizzo so polished like he been on
That's why he f*ck up every record that he get on
You know I keep a black queen, melanin pillow
That's why I made her squeeze that ass up in the Enzo
Me and ya ex baby that's not really a pickle
But I keeps a pussy nigga lookin' pissed off
I got her tryna make her way up out the friendzone
We got 'em tryna guess the album next zip code
Oh, I been on
Promise boy I been on
You fickle off and I'm official
Went from a Neon to a Ford to a Benzo
Went from Emari to f*ckin' these A-List hoes
I been on
Promise boy I been on
You fickle off and I'm official
Whip the Bugatti just lookin' for boys to shit on
Told you broke hoes I would get rich so
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
She say she gettin' money that's what she in it for
Stacks of blue hundreds line up all on the floor
And all of my women be in that center fold
Or on the cover with her brand new titties shown
Yea I bought 'em, spent it and I'll do it again
If she f*ck me right, I'll put her in a Benz
Her and all of her friends, pushin' Rarri's and shit
Giving dumb brain, they from Harvard and shit
Money trees, swear a nigga need some shade
From a block where they'll kill you off the color of ya Jays
So nigga just come correct, my niggas demand respect
Anything that they owe us, my niggas will come collect
Yea we on right, yea we on right
Lil mama said I was gleamin' on that blog site
Bitch you know I got it now
Been poppin' fore I got the crown
If money grew on trees
Would we be judged off our dollar amount
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
Like he been on
That's why he f*ck up every record that he get on
That's why I made her squeeze that ass up in the Enzo
Me and ya ex baby that's not really a pickle
But I keeps a pussy nigga lookin' pissed off
I got her tryna make her way up out the friendzone
We got 'em tryna guess the album next zip code
Oh
Promise boy I been on
(By the way)
And we The9inetys by the way
(By the way)
We got that bounce mothaf*cka
(We got that bounce for ya mother)
What you gone do
Get money then, get money
(What you gon' do)
Do ya money dance, get money
(What you gon' do)
Get money then, get money
(What you gon' do baby)
Do ya money dance, get money
You know Daibizzo so polished like he been on
That's why he f*ck up every record that he get on
You know I keep a black queen, melanin pillow
That's why I made her squeeze that ass up in the Enzo
Me and ya ex baby that's not really a pickle
But I keeps a pussy nigga lookin' pissed off
I got her tryna make her way up out the friendzone
We got 'em tryna guess the album next zip code
Oh, I been on
Promise boy I been on
You fickle off and I'm official
Went from a Neon to a Ford to a Benzo
Went from Emari to f*ckin' these A-List hoes
I been on
Promise boy I been on
You fickle off and I'm official
Whip the Bugatti just lookin' for boys to shit on
Told you broke hoes I would get rich so
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
She say she gettin' money that's what she in it for
Stacks of blue hundreds line up all on the floor
And all of my women be in that center fold
Or on the cover with her brand new titties shown
Yea I bought 'em, spent it and I'll do it again
If she f*ck me right, I'll put her in a Benz
Her and all of her friends, pushin' Rarri's and shit
Giving dumb brain, they from Harvard and shit
Money trees, swear a nigga need some shade
From a block where they'll kill you off the color of ya Jays
So nigga just come correct, my niggas demand respect
Anything that they owe us, my niggas will come collect
Yea we on right, yea we on right
Lil mama said I was gleamin' on that blog site
Bitch you know I got it now
Been poppin' fore I got the crown
If money grew on trees
Would we be judged off our dollar amount
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
Like he been on
That's why he f*ck up every record that he get on
That's why I made her squeeze that ass up in the Enzo
Me and ya ex baby that's not really a pickle
But I keeps a pussy nigga lookin' pissed off
I got her tryna make her way up out the friendzone
We got 'em tryna guess the album next zip code
Oh
Promise boy I been on
Writer: Khidiasian Starks, Tobias Powell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid