Money - Lisa

It's the end of the month and the weekend
I'ma spend this check, everything on me, yeah
I'ma tip myself, I'ma spend it on myself
I'ma drop it like it's pouring, I'ma pour it on myself

Check, check, check
Check that money, making bank, account number (Yikes!)
That's that shit that's never getting bounced on ya
Bitch, I do the money dance
I just made a hundred bands
When the store says, "Sign for it"
I'ma leave my autograph

Dollar bills, dollar bills
Watch it falling for me, I love the way that feels
Dollar bills, dollar bills
Keep on falling for me, I love the way it feels

I came here to drop some money
Dropping all my money
Drop some money
All this bread so yummy, yeah

Twerking, twerking, when I buy the things I like
Dollar, dollars dropping on my ass tonight

Everyone silent
Listen to my money talk
Spend how I like it
Yeah, everyone know what I mean, mean
When they see green, when they see green, that mean go
Give me what the hell I want
Give me what the hell I want

Check that money, making bank, account number (Yikes!)
That's that shit that's never getting bounced on ya
Bitch, I do the money dance
I just made a hundred bands
When the store says, "Sign for it"
I'ma leave my autograph

Dollar bills, dollar bills
Watch it falling for me, I love the way that feels
Dollar bills, dollar bills
Keep on falling for me, I love the way it feels

I came here to drop some money
Dropping all my money
Drop some money
All this bread so yummy, yeah

Twerking, twerking, when I buy the things I like
Dollar, dollars dropping on my ass tonight

Drop some money, dropping all my money
Drop some money
All this bread so yummy, yeah

Drop some money, dropping all my money
Drop some money
All this bread so yummy, yeah

My money moves
Money, I choose
Celine, my shoes
Walkin' on you
My money rules

My money moves
Money, I choose
Watch how my wons and yens, and dollars be droppin' on you, you, you

(Dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun)
(Dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, dun, dun)
Dropping on you
(Dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun)
(Dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, dun, dun)
Dropping on you

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