Money Showers

I don't got the time to f*ck around Its a money shower, drop them hundreds down on a bitch like wow I don't got the time to f*ck around right now, right now Yuh, okay, yuh I don't got the time to f*ck around All this money falling down from the sky This the high life, woah I don't got the time to f*ck around right now Everybody switching sides, if they switch on me they know, uh Turn them boys to ghosts Sticks up in the Ferrari, just like paddles on the boat Yuh Balenciaga, Prada silk red bottoms on my toes Yuh, through all the highs and lows Ima drown the pain away, with a mouth full of gold, uh Liquor in my soda, V12 on the motor Bad bitches on my sofa, i'm so far gone yuh Drowsy in the club will somebody call the chauffeur Surrounded by these posers, where did I go wrong Yuh An asshole what they see in me I don't care what they think of me I'm busy throwing middle fingers up So kiss my pinky ring This competition easily, the smallest thing they feeding me So tell the chef to bring out all the beef until obesity Need a liposuction on my rifle Bullets big, that automatic AR-15 love to scream, uh Thats not a typo the sound is so delightful And just like Taylor Swift, I love it when I get to hear it sing Don't know what you mean, uh Im just caught between And I wont cause a problem if they don't start a scene My neck is Aquafina, because bitch i'm about my green Tell the waitress order shots around because I came with my team, uh So throw it on the tab, baby drop that ass Money showers raining on your body, girl you bad I don't mean to brag, uh but if i'm being honest Think its pretty fucking evident I got you in the bag Got you in the bag, got you in the bag Babygirl you bad, but I got you in the bag Got you in the bag Money showers raining all over your body, girl you bad okay Yuh, I don't got the time to f*ck around All this money falling down from the sky This the high life, wow I don't got the time to f*ck around right now Everybody switching sides, if they switch on me they know, uh Turn them boys to ghosts Sticks up in the Ferrari, just like paddles on the boat Yuh Balenciaga, Prada silk red bottoms on my toes Yuh, through all the highs and lows Ima drown the pain away