- Bïa WHOLE LOTTA MONEY 歌詞
- Bïa
- Its a whole lotta money in this mother****er (Bia, Bia)
Its a whole lotta money in this mother****er
And we cant be around no broke shit, that broke shit get old
And we cant be around no hoe shit, these hoes get too bold
Im allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coup white, just to match with my toes
Yeah
I cant wear the shit you bitches wear cause its cheap to me
Its some money at my table, grab a seat with me
Cost a ticket just to cover all my legal fees
I dont hang with jealous bitches, thats a weak disease
Hoe dont run up
If you broke and in my business, then just shut up
I invested in my body bitch, Im done up
I look good, I like to **** him when the sun up
I put on my jewellery just to go to the bodega
And I keep it with me just so that Im feeling safer
Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Botega
Bitch Im getting money, give a **** about a hater
Its a whole lotta money in this mother****er
Its a whole lotta money in this mother****er
And we cant be around no broke shit, that broke shit get old
And we cant be around no hoe shit, these hoes get too bold
Im allergic to that no shit , my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coup white, just to match with my toes
White on white Bentley
Trunk out the engine
Hoe tryna get near me
Bitch, stay up outta my mentions
Birkin bag got plenty
Twenty racks and Fendi
Got time for these messy hoes in my bussiness, I aint with it
Got right now, not next
Need Ms on all of my checks
Dont worry bout who I text
Just know it aint my ex
Lotta rich niggas in here
No bitch niggas in here
When the pack landed and a check clear, and then thats what you hear
I put on my jewellery just to go to the bodega
And I keep it with me just so that Im feeling safer
Fendi on my body but my feet is in Botega
Bitch Im getting money, give a **** about a hater
Theres a whole lotta money in this mother*** *er
Theres a whole lotta money in this mother****er
And we cant be around no that broke shit, that broke shit get old
And we cant be around no hoe shit, the hoe get too bold
Im allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coup bright, just to match with my toes
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