MAMONEY
Wreck her under her skin, bones, and mind and sweat (a-a-ah)
Sharp eyes into her work, another boss to hate each day
She's been at her deck for too long
And when she's home she's in her 30
"Ooh, you carry the weight on your shoulder honey"
"If you would let it be, yeah, (let it be) let it be"
Ooh, my mama would wish the world spins slower
I would run in slow motion if I would let it be, yeah
Help me ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-money, money, money makin' my way up high
Ma-money money always tells me to wake up from
The fiction tale that I'd be a billionaire 'cause
I've always lived for my folks, I stole, and got caught
Ma-money, money, money makin' my way up high
Ma-money money always tells me to wake up from
The fiction tale that I'd be a billionaire 'cause
I've always lived for my folks, I stole, and got caught
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-paaa
A set of golden eyes, yeah
Is it her eyes or the goal she made
Been broken her leg for too long
When she's home she's in her 30
"Ooh, you carry the weight on your shoulder honey"
"If you would let it be, yeah, (let it be) let it be"
Ooh, my mama would wish the world spins slower
I would run in slow motion if I would let it be
Now, help me ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-money, money, money makin' my way up high
Ma-money money always tells me to wake up from
The fiction tale that I'd be a billionaire 'cause
I've always lived for my folks, I stole, and got caught
Ma-money, money, money makin' my way up high (when I die bury me)
Ma-money money always tells me to wake up from
The fiction tale that I'd be a billionaire 'cause (in my diamond)
I've always lived for my folks, I stole, and got caught (and in my gold)
Ma-money, money, money makin' my way up high (when I die bury me)
Ma-money money always tells me to wake up from
The fiction tale that I'd be a billionaire (in my diamond) and in my gold
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Sharp eyes into her work, another boss to hate each day
She's been at her deck for too long
And when she's home she's in her 30
"Ooh, you carry the weight on your shoulder honey"
"If you would let it be, yeah, (let it be) let it be"
Ooh, my mama would wish the world spins slower
I would run in slow motion if I would let it be, yeah
Help me ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-money, money, money makin' my way up high
Ma-money money always tells me to wake up from
The fiction tale that I'd be a billionaire 'cause
I've always lived for my folks, I stole, and got caught
Ma-money, money, money makin' my way up high
Ma-money money always tells me to wake up from
The fiction tale that I'd be a billionaire 'cause
I've always lived for my folks, I stole, and got caught
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-paaa
A set of golden eyes, yeah
Is it her eyes or the goal she made
Been broken her leg for too long
When she's home she's in her 30
"Ooh, you carry the weight on your shoulder honey"
"If you would let it be, yeah, (let it be) let it be"
Ooh, my mama would wish the world spins slower
I would run in slow motion if I would let it be
Now, help me ma-ma-ma-ma
Ma-money, money, money makin' my way up high
Ma-money money always tells me to wake up from
The fiction tale that I'd be a billionaire 'cause
I've always lived for my folks, I stole, and got caught
Ma-money, money, money makin' my way up high (when I die bury me)
Ma-money money always tells me to wake up from
The fiction tale that I'd be a billionaire 'cause (in my diamond)
I've always lived for my folks, I stole, and got caught (and in my gold)
Ma-money, money, money makin' my way up high (when I die bury me)
Ma-money money always tells me to wake up from
The fiction tale that I'd be a billionaire (in my diamond) and in my gold
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Pa-pa, pa-pa-ra, pa-pa
Credits
Writer(s): Enrico Octaviano, Natasha Rosanie Candarasjmi
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