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"