Correction Paroles WHOLE LOTTA MONEY (Remix) (Clean) par BIA

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It's a whole lotta money in this mother, Barbia (BIA, BIA)
It's a whole lotta money in this mother

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

I can't wear the **** you ******* 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 *******, that's a weak disease
**, don't run up
If you broke and in my business, then just shut up
I invеsted in my body *****, I'm done up
I look good, I like to f**k him whеn 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)
*****, I'm getting money, give a **** about a hater
It's a whole lotta money in this mother
It's a whole lotta money in this mother

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

Ayo, I put on my jewelry just to **** my ***** off (Off)
Fingers on his ***** like I'm about to tell him, "Cough" (Cough)
Wait, hold on, Holiday
You can't give it to 'em dry like that
You gotta get that **** wet first
You gotta prep them for **** like that
Bring that **** back, bring that **** the **** back
I put on my jewelry just to go out by the pool (Pool)
And I keep it with me incase somebody act a fool (Fool)
Pucci on my *******, I'ma make these ****** drool (Drool)
Higher than the moon, but I'm in tune, so don't run up (Brr)
'Cause if you run up (Brr)
I guarantee you ain't gon' leave looking done up (Uh-uh)
Some little Chinese bangs with the bun up
I got the crown, little *****, 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
*****, I'm getting money, give a **** about a hater

It's a whole lotta money in this mother
It's a whole lotta money in this mother

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

Ayo, BIA (Huh?)
I just bent the block, all ******* 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 ***** pretty, I **** 'em like porn stars
Ain’t playing basketball, but my ******* is all stars
That Richie on my wrist 'cause I'm richer than most broads
Yo Nick, this ***** is 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
*****, I'm getting money, give a **** about a hater

It's a whole lotta money in this mother
It's a whole lotta money in this mother

BIA, BIA

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