Mr. Money Bags (feat. Lucian)

He rocks in the tree tops all the day long Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song All the little birds on Jaybird Street Love to hear the robin go- I tell 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa Cause the IRS is coming for my ass, oh-whoa Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa So much money, call me Mr.Money bags, Mr-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, "Gimmie, gimmie" More, gimme more, I'm obsessed, uh Money on the floor, in my drawer, 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 They see me stuntin' and love it Green in my hand like a Muppet Don't give a fuck 'bout a budget And now my dash at a hunnid And got hand full of pesos All this fuckin' 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, yuh They said, the best things in life are free I told 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa Cause the IRS is coming for my ass, oh-whoa Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa So much money, call me Mr. Money bags, Mr-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, "Gimmie, gimmie" Dumb mofucka' gettin' money, feel like Forrest Gump Four whores in my four-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, yuh They said, the best things in life are free I told 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa Cause the IRS is coming for my ass, oh-whoa Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa So much money, call me Mr. Money bags, Mr-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, "Gimmie, gimmie"