Correction Lyrics WHOLE LOTTA MONEY (Remix) by Nicki Minaj

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It's a whole lotta money in this motherf**ker (Barbia, BIA, BIA)
It's a whole lotta money in this motherf**ker

Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke sh*t, that broke sh*t get old
Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho sh*t, these hoes get too bold
I'm allergic to that no sh*t, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes, yeah

I can't wear the sh*t you b*t*hes wear because it's cheap to me
It's some money at my table, grab a seat with me
Cost a ticket just to cover all my legal fees
I don't hang with jealous b*t*hes, that's a weak disease
Ho, don't run up
If you broke and in my business, then just shut up
I invested in my body, b*t*h, I'm done up
I look good, I like to f**k him when the sun up, uh

I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega (Uh)
And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer
Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega (Brr)
b*t*h, I'm getting money, give a f**k about a hater
It's a whole lotta money in this motherf**ker
It's a whole lotta money in this motherf**ker

I put on my jewelry just to suck my n***a off (Off)
Fingers on his balls like I'm 'bout to tell him, "Cough" (Cough)
Wait, hold on, Holiday
You can't give it to 'em dry like that
You gotta get that sh*t wet first
You gotta prep them for sh*t like that
Bring that sh*t back, bring that sh*t the f**k back
I put on my jewelry just to go out by the pool (Pool)
And I keep it with me case somebody act a fool (Fool)
Pucci on my coochie, I'ma make these n***as drool (Drool)
Higher than the moon, but I'm in tune, so don't run up (Brrap)
'Cause if you run up (Brrap)
I guarantee you ain't gon' leave looking done up (Uh-uh)
Some likkle Chinese bangs with the bun up
I got the crown, lil' b*t*h, you just a run' up (Oh)
I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega
And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer
Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega
b*t*h, I'm getting money, give a f**k about a hater

It's a whole lotta money in this motherf**ker
It's a whole lotta money in this motherf**ker

Ayo, BIA (Huh?)
I just bent the block, all these b*t*hes wanna be ya
Prolly cause my waist gone, money long, Nia
Well, I ain't talking cars, long hair, don't KIA
In a twin seater, you Tamera? What's Tia?
My pu**y pretty, I f**k 'em like porn stars
Ain't playing basketball, but my b*t*hes is all stars
That Richie on my wrist 'cause I'm richer than most broads
Yo, Nick', these b*t*hes trippin', let's send 'em a postcard (Haha, brr)
I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega
And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer
Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega
b*t*h, I'm getting money, give a f**k about a hater

It's a whole lotta money in this motherf**ker
It's a whole lotta money in this motherf**ker

BIA, BIA

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