Money Makin' (feat. L-Boogiee)
Aye
Aye
Aye
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
(Run Me That Money)
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
(I Need All That Money)
Got it on my own I ain't got no debt
Bitches pussy popping but can't get it wet
Step out stunting in my Prada Shades
Niggas want me in they orgies
Pretty in the face bad attitude
If I'm not getting paid
I'm not coming through
I ain't gotta fuck a nigga just to make him cum
And I ain't gotta sell my body just to run it up
He know a bitch poppin straight income
Gimme all yo bands like a Marching Band
Money Makin' Bitch No Cap Ayee
I Like it When he eat it from the Back Ayee
Gimme all that cheese ima be a rat
Be a rat
(gimme all that cheese)
Imma be a rat (be a rat)
Gimme all yo cheese I might be a rat Be a rat
I'm a Classy Rat (boy)
Gimme all that Money
Gimme all that Money
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
(Its L Boogie Baby)
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
I need a money makin' nigga pull that cash out
I Told a nigga ice me out word from Kash doll
Throw them fifties and them hunnids till I pass out
And it's a stick up, stick up
Bring the mask out
I got my own bread I ain't neva need a nigga
I like them Vvs diamonds you can
Keep the glitter
Aye where yo homeboys at
I put em on my sistas
Whole squad about they pape straight finessing niggas
Befo I give you my numba
Bae What's yo pockets like?
And I might put the coochie on him if he talking right
Stingy niggas get no play i see you walking light
Give me all yo money and
you might just be my type
Threw a stack in my purse and got a roll on em
I want the blue christian loubs with the bow on em
Gotta damn near ice my neck to be yo woman
If you ain't coming that you can get the fuck from me
For real
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Know when a bitch step in I be fly
Can't nobody play me but try
Realest out the city they know it
Bougie, L Boogie
They know we so pretty
(Get that bag, get that bag)
Run me that money
Run me that money
(Take that bag)
Run me that money
Run me that money
Run me that money
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
(I need dollas)
Money making Money Making
Money making Money Making
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
(Run them bands up)
Run them Mother fucking Bands Up!
Aye
Aye
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
(Run Me That Money)
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
(I Need All That Money)
Got it on my own I ain't got no debt
Bitches pussy popping but can't get it wet
Step out stunting in my Prada Shades
Niggas want me in they orgies
Pretty in the face bad attitude
If I'm not getting paid
I'm not coming through
I ain't gotta fuck a nigga just to make him cum
And I ain't gotta sell my body just to run it up
He know a bitch poppin straight income
Gimme all yo bands like a Marching Band
Money Makin' Bitch No Cap Ayee
I Like it When he eat it from the Back Ayee
Gimme all that cheese ima be a rat
Be a rat
(gimme all that cheese)
Imma be a rat (be a rat)
Gimme all yo cheese I might be a rat Be a rat
I'm a Classy Rat (boy)
Gimme all that Money
Gimme all that Money
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
(Its L Boogie Baby)
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
I need a money makin' nigga pull that cash out
I Told a nigga ice me out word from Kash doll
Throw them fifties and them hunnids till I pass out
And it's a stick up, stick up
Bring the mask out
I got my own bread I ain't neva need a nigga
I like them Vvs diamonds you can
Keep the glitter
Aye where yo homeboys at
I put em on my sistas
Whole squad about they pape straight finessing niggas
Befo I give you my numba
Bae What's yo pockets like?
And I might put the coochie on him if he talking right
Stingy niggas get no play i see you walking light
Give me all yo money and
you might just be my type
Threw a stack in my purse and got a roll on em
I want the blue christian loubs with the bow on em
Gotta damn near ice my neck to be yo woman
If you ain't coming that you can get the fuck from me
For real
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
Know when a bitch step in I be fly
Can't nobody play me but try
Realest out the city they know it
Bougie, L Boogie
They know we so pretty
(Get that bag, get that bag)
Run me that money
Run me that money
(Take that bag)
Run me that money
Run me that money
Run me that money
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
(I need dollas)
Money making Money Making
Money making Money Making
Money making bitch
Money making bitch
(Run them bands up)
Run them Mother fucking Bands Up!
Credits
Writer(s): Lauryn Cawthon
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