Lyrics

Dollars all around Ohh, there's dollars all around Dollar, dollar bills, yeah Dollar, dollar bills You're on my frequency You've been starin' at me since you walked in the bar I don't really know how long now I don't need no fake love, no, I don't need no favor I know my time will come, just me and my maker I'm gonna make the paper, I am gonna make the paper I'm gonna make dollar bills, I'm gonna get paid, yeah Get the fuck outta my way I'm gonna get paid, yeah I wanna get paid, yeah Just gimme my mula-la-la Get the fuck outta my way I'm gonna get paid, yeah I'm gonna get paid, yeah Just gimme my mula-la-la I really like to party I really like to party I really like to party I cannot control my body So when the song is starting Just cancel all your plans on It's evident in my dancing Moonwalk like Michael Jackson To the left to the right To the front with it, go yeah, yeah To the left to the right To the front with it, go yeah, yeah You already know just how it goes I already know just how it goes For the night I'm riding solo Don't want no love, just leave me alone I've been waiting, oh, all night long For the DJ to play my song I dey wind and grind on your bobo Somebody please don't call on the popo Turn it up and then drop it low low All this lockdown, it don make me kolo I've been waiting, oh, all night long oh Tonight I no go pick my phone calls I'm so gone oh Get the fuck outta my way I'm gonna get paid, yeah I wanna get paid, yeah Just gimme my mula-la-la Get the fuck outta my way I'm gonna get paid, yeah I'm gonna get paid, yeah Just gimme my mula-la-la I really like to party I really like to party I really like to party I cannot control my body So when the song is starting Just cancel all your plans oh It's evident in my dancing Moonwalk like Michael Jackson I feel nice, there's nothing in my way Shawty wanna fuck but I just want my space In a lambo truck, I'm racing Room still spinning, I'm pacing I don't wanna talk, I'm dancing, dancing Straight to the bank, count Benji then Frank Walk out like I'm that bitch With the braids back Moving like girls Bad hoes in the back singing that's that shit, yeah I really do talk like I walk I really been about that life Shawty asking me for advice And I told her, "Baby, all I got is the spice for ya" Get the fuck outta my way I'm gonna get paid, yeah I wanna get paid, yeah Two time knocking, ten men down You say you the king, where the crown then? Nigga, I've been mugging since the first day And you couldn't see a nigga on my worst day, no Put molly on the record for the flex I was feeling kinda reckless Young little mamas to finesse it
Writer(s): Ama Serwaa Genfi, Molly Ama Montgomery, Yinka Reuben Onaduja Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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