My Money don’t Jiggle Jiggle, It Folds

You have to have something that sticks
You have to have something that's monumental
When you walk out on stage
That's been monumental

Jiggle jiggle
Me and my money, they rock what you did

My money don't jiggle jiggle, it folds
I like to see you wiggle wiggle, for sure
It makes me want to dribble dribble, you know
Riding in my Fiat
You really have to see it

Six feet two in a compact
No slack but luckily the seats go back
I got a knack to relax in my mind
Sipping some red red wine

I sip booze from chalices
Holding my palaces
Crib is so crampy suckers suffer from paralysis

Rhymes I write them in the castle
You try to diss me and pretty soon your ass
Will squat in a cell 'cause I can tell you it's illegal

Treason, that's the reason I'm regal
You do the time for the crime of lèse-majesté
And f- the police 'cause they can't arrest me

(I like to see you wiggle, it makes me dribble, fancy a fiddle?)

My money don't jiggle jiggle, it folds
I like to see you wiggle wiggle, for sure
It makes me want to dribble dribble, you know

Riding in my Fiat
You really have to see it
Six feet two in a compact

No slack but luckily the seats go back
I got a knack to relax in my mind
Sipping some red red wine

(I like to see you wiggle, it makes me dribble, fancy a fiddle?)
(I like to see you wiggle, it makes me dribble, fancy a fiddle?)
(I like to see you wiggle, it makes me dribble, fancy a fiddle?)
(I like to see you wiggle, it makes me dribble, fancy a fiddle?)



Credits
Writer(s): Louis Theroux
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