CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mr. Money Bags [Yun Remix]
I tell 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa
'Cause the IRS is comin' for my ass, oh-whoa
f**k them b*t*hes, man, I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr. Money Bags, M-Mr. Money—
Baby, I'ma ball 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don’t stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimme, gimme—"
More, gimme more, I'm obsessed, uh
Money on the floor, in my drawers, in my chest, uh
I don’t do my chores anymore, I'm a mess, uh
Gimme, gimme more, gimme more, you get less, uh
Then I watch it come in abundance
Thеy see me stuntin' and love it
Green in my hand like a Muppеt
Don’t give a f**k 'bout a budget
And now my dash at a hunnid
And got hand full of pesos
All this f**kin' cash like I married Jeff Bezos
Now look at me, I be hotter than a hundred degrees
Now look at me, like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh
They said, that money doesn’t grow on trees, yah
They said, the best things in life are free
I tell 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa
'Cause the IRS is comin' for my ass, oh-whoa
f**k them b*t*hes, man, I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr. Money Bags, M-Mr. Money—
Baby, I'ma ball 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don’t stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimme, gimme—"
Dumb muhf**ka gettin' money, feel like Forrest Gump
4 whores in my 4 door, when I'm showin' up
"Oh my God" said my payroll, got your papa
Ghost in the garage, while my Phantom's at the opera
Now look at me, I be hotter than a hundred degrees
Now look at me, like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh
They said, that money doesn’t grow on trees, yah
They said, the best things in life are free
I tell 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa
'Cause the IRS is comin' for my ass, oh-whoa
f**k them b*t*hes, man, I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr. Money Bags, M-Mr. Money—
Baby, I'ma ball 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don’t stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimme, gimme—"
'Cause the IRS is comin' for my ass, oh-whoa
f**k them b*t*hes, man, I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr. Money Bags, M-Mr. Money—
Baby, I'ma ball 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don’t stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimme, gimme—"
More, gimme more, I'm obsessed, uh
Money on the floor, in my drawers, in my chest, uh
I don’t do my chores anymore, I'm a mess, uh
Gimme, gimme more, gimme more, you get less, uh
Then I watch it come in abundance
Thеy see me stuntin' and love it
Green in my hand like a Muppеt
Don’t give a f**k 'bout a budget
And now my dash at a hunnid
And got hand full of pesos
All this f**kin' cash like I married Jeff Bezos
Now look at me, I be hotter than a hundred degrees
Now look at me, like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh
They said, that money doesn’t grow on trees, yah
They said, the best things in life are free
I tell 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa
'Cause the IRS is comin' for my ass, oh-whoa
f**k them b*t*hes, man, I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr. Money Bags, M-Mr. Money—
Baby, I'ma ball 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don’t stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimme, gimme—"
Dumb muhf**ka gettin' money, feel like Forrest Gump
4 whores in my 4 door, when I'm showin' up
"Oh my God" said my payroll, got your papa
Ghost in the garage, while my Phantom's at the opera
Now look at me, I be hotter than a hundred degrees
Now look at me, like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh
They said, that money doesn’t grow on trees, yah
They said, the best things in life are free
I tell 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa
'Cause the IRS is comin' for my ass, oh-whoa
f**k them b*t*hes, man, I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr. Money Bags, M-Mr. Money—
Baby, I'ma ball 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don’t stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimme, gimme—"
