BIA - WHOLE LOTTA MONEY lyrics
[BIA - WHOLE LOTTA MONEY lyrics]
In this motherfucker
(BIA, BIA)
It's a whole lotta money
In this motherfucker
Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke shit
That broke shit get old
Ain’t gon’ keep me 'round no ho shit
These hoes get too bold
I'm allergic to that no shit
My wrist game on cold
I might paint my coupe white just
To match with my toes
Yeah
I can't wear the shit you bitches
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 bitches
That's a weak disеase
Ho, don't run up
If you broke and in my business
Thеn just shut up
I invested in my body bitch, I'm done up
I look good, I like to fuck
Him when the sun up
Uh
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
Bitch, I'm getting money
Give a fuck about a hater
It's a whole lotta money
In this motherfucker
It's a whole lotta money
In this motherfucker
Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke shit
That broke shit get old
Ain’t gon’ keep me 'round no ho shit
These hoes get too bold
I'm allergic to that no shit
My wrist game on cold
I might paint my coupe white just
To match with my toes
White on white Bentley, trunk got the engine
Ho tryna get near me, bitch
Stay up outta my mentions
Birkin bag, got plenty, twenty racks in Fendi
Ain’t Got time for these messy
Hoes in my business
I ain't with it
Got right now, not next
Need M's on all of my checks
Don't worry 'bout who I text
Just know it ain't my ex
Lotta rich niggas in here
No bitch niggas in here
When the pack landed and the check
Clear then this what you hear
Uh
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
Bitch, I'm getting money
Give a fuck about a hater
It's a whole lotta money
In this motherfucker
It's a whole lotta money
In this motherfucker
Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke shit
That broke shit get old
Ain’t gon’ keep me 'round no ho shit
These hoes get too bold
I'm allergic to that no shit
My wrist game on cold
I might paint my coupe white just
To match with my toes
BIA, BIA