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Iggy Azalea - Money Come [Official Music Video]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iggy Azalea
Iggy Azalea
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amethyst Kelly
Amethyst Kelly
Songwriter
Camara Alford
Camara Alford
Songwriter
Jens Christian Isaksen
Jens Christian Isaksen
Songwriter
Imani Lewis
Imani Lewis
Songwriter
Joseph T Gardner
Joseph T Gardner
Songwriter
Louis Ramon Sharpe
Louis Ramon Sharpe
Songwriter
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Songwriter
Joey Pintauro
Joey Pintauro
Songwriter
Nana Afriye
Nana Afriye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nana Afriyie
Nana Afriyie
Producer
JerkPoP
JerkPoP
Producer
Tricky Stewart
Tricky Stewart
Producer

Letras

Bounce, come on, bounce (huh) Bounce, come on, bounce (huh) Bounce, come on, bounce (huh) Bounce, come on, bounce (huh) Have you ever seen five bad bitches at your door? All black masks like a fuckin' luchador Bitch, I'm still up for whoever keepin' score Tell 'em run it, tell 'em run it, 'til their legs get sore Covered in Givenchy, smellin' like a bando Say my pussy magic, he call my shit Orlando My baby think I'm Costco, he just want a sample Put him on his knees and gave him more than he could handle Say you gonna run up on who? I need proof (proof) These bitches pussies, their mouths are too loose Still know some neighbourhood boys who can shoot I can put it on your head and they can put you on the news (woo-woo) Pussy so wet, he need an anchor (woo-woo) Where that bitch talkin' shit? I wanna thank her (woo-woo) 'Cause even though I don't fuck with you hoes All the hatin' kept my eyes on the money like a banker (woo-woo) Come baby, come baby, money make me come (bounce, come on, bounce) Come baby, come baby, money make her come (bounce, come on, bounce) Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some (bounce, come on, bounce) Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some (bounce, come on, bounce) Come baby, come baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce) Come baby, come baby, I can make you come (bounce, come on, bounce) Can you hit it 'til I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce) I can hit it 'til you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum (bounce, come on, bounce) Okay, so you wanna play rough, I'm reloaded Okay, either get up off my clit or deepthroat it Y'all hoes out here workin' my nerves Time to terminate the bird like a two-week notice Mad I'm in my bag, but they sing my hits (sing my hits) If I had one, I'd tell y'all to suck my dick (suck my dick) Who you a bitch and you a bitch, check the fit, peep the drip Check the score, we up six, put in work, never quit MC Hammer, too legit, I'ma treat you like a trick Throw that ass, I'ma make 'em throw it up, no bib Still with them bougie-ass bitches who can't shoot I can put it on your head and they could put you on the news (woo-woo) Shout out all the haters goin' cuckoo (woo-woo) 'Cause I'm on that money train like choo-choo (woo-woo) He wanna stick it in my body like voodoo (woo-woo) 'Cause the money make the kitty go woo-woo Come baby, come baby, money make me come (bounce, come on, bounce) Come baby, come baby, money make her come (bounce, come on, bounce) Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some (bounce, come on, bounce) Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some (bounce, come on, bounce) Come baby, come baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce) Come baby, come baby, I can make you come (bounce, come on, bounce) Can you hit it 'til I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce) I can hit it 'til you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum (bounce, come on, bounce) Bad bitches to the front (bad bitches to the front) Broke boys to the side (broke boys to the side) If I tell that boy, "Jump" (if I tell that boy, "Jump") He better ask, "How high?" (He better ask, "How high?") Bad bitches to the front (bad bitches to the front) Broke boys to the side (broke boys to the side) And if I tell that boy, "Jump" (jump, jump) He better ask, "How high?" (Woo) Come baby, come baby, money make me come (bounce, come on, bounce) Come baby, come baby, money make her come (bounce, come on, bounce) Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some (bounce, come on, bounce) Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some (bounce, come on, bounce) Come baby, come baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce) Come baby, come baby, I can make you come (bounce, come on, bounce) Can you hit it 'til I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce) I can hit it 'til you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum (bounce, come on, bounce)
Writer(s): Christopher A. Stewart, Joseph T. Gardner, Louis Ramon Sharpe, Amethyst Amelia Kelly, Nana Afriyie, Camara Alford, Jens C. Isaksen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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