Lyrics

All this ice make my neck itch Too much money in my hand Lookin' like a - flexin' All this cash on the floor I can't even see my section So baby, come shake that booty Make it fit like it's Tetris Baby, I know you get the message So quit playin' with a young like Ooh ooh ooh (yeah) For that bag, she gon' run it up For that bag, she gon' run it up For that bag, she gon' run it like Ooh ooh ooh (yeah) For that cash, she don't fall in love For that cash, she don't fall in love For that cash, she don't fall in love Booty like what? Turn it up You like Patron mixed with Henny in your cup You say I workin' 9 to 5, not enough So you turn at 2am in the club Cash like what? Turn it up All these hoes on the floor mixed with dubs You say you lookin' for a baller, not a scrub Whoever throw the most money showin' love So let a young - come and handle it Booty so big, can't keep my hands off it Up and down the pole, got my fantasizin' In the back of the coupe, let me play wit' it All up on the stage, but you start with your top Girl, I ain't leavin' til' them panties drop All this money everywhere, got you diggin' a lot 'Cause you're livin' la vida loca All this ice make my neck itch Too much money in my hand Lookin' like a - flexin' All this cash on the floor I can't even see my section So baby, come shake that booty Make it fit like it's Tetris Baby, I know you get the message So quit playin' with a young like Ooh ooh ooh (yeah) For that bag, she gon' run it up For that bag, she gon' run it up For that bag, she gon' run it like Ooh ooh ooh (yeah) For that cash, she don't fall in love For that cash, she don't fall in love For that cash, she don't fall in love All this money, all or nothin' Instead of throwin' ones, I throw these dubs in All these ni- in the club watin' lovin' Only cash on your - when they touch, shawty Blood bag, pop a bottle, then we on our way All this drink on me, I ain't tryna waste You wanna leave with a -, I see it in your face Quit playin' with a -, come and run a play Let a young - come and handle it Booty so big, can't keep my hands off it Up and down the pole, got my fantasizin' In the back of the coupe, let me play wit' it All up on the stage, but you start with your top Girl, I ain't leavin' til' them panties drop All this money everywhere, got you diggin' a lot 'Cause you're livin' la vida loca All this ice make my neck itch Too much money in my hand Lookin' like a - flexin' All this cash on the floor I can't even see my section So baby, come shake that booty Make it fit like it's Tetris Baby, I know you get the message So quit playin' with a young like Ooh ooh ooh (yeah) For that bag, she gon' run it up For that bag, she gon' run it up For that bag, she gon' run it like Ooh ooh ooh (yeah) For that cash, she don't fall in love For that cash, she don't fall in love For that cash, she don't fall in love
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