Iggy Azalea - Money Come (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Iggy Azalea - Money Come (en) Lyrics
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Bounce, come on, bounce
Have you ever seen five bad bitches
at your door? (Door)
All black masks like a fuckin'
luchador ('Dor)
Bitch, I'm still up for
whoever keepin' score
Tell 'em run it, tell 'em run it till
their legs get sore (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 till I feel
it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce,
come on, bounce)
I can hit it till 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 deep throat it
Y'all hoes out here workin' my nerves
Time to terminate a 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 shoot
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
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?")
And if I tell that boy,
"Jump" (Jump, jump)
He better ask, "How high?" (Woo)
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