Lyric:
Dollars all around Oh, there’s dollars all around Dolla, dolla bills, yeah Dolla, dolla bills You’re on my frequency You’ve been staring at me Since you walked in the bar I don’t really know how long though I don’t need no fake love No, I don’t need no favor I know my time go come Just me and my maker (da-da-da, da-da) I’m gonna make the paper (da-da-da, da-da) I’m gonna make the paper (da-da-da, da-da) I’m gonna make dollar bills (da-da-da, da-da) 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 this song is starting Just cancel all your plans o It’s evident in my dancing Moonwalk like Michael Jackson To the left, to the right To the front with it go ye ye ye To the left, to the right To the front with it go ye ye ye I already know just how it goes I already know just how it goes For the night, I’m riding solo Don’t want no odo just leave me alone I been waiting, oh, all night long For the DJ to play my song I dey whine and grind on your booboo Somebody please don’t call on the po-po Turn it up and then drop it low low All this lockdown it done make me kolo I been waiting, oh, all night long o Tonight I no go pick my phone ‘Cause 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 (da-da-da, da-da) I’m gonna get paid, yeah (da-da-da, da-da) I’m gonna get paid, yeah (da-da-da, da-da) Just gimme my mula-la-la (da-da-da, da-da) I really like to party I really like to party I really like to party I cannot control my body So when this song is starting Just cancel all your plans o 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 Rims still spinnin’, I’m pacing I don’t wanna talk, I’m dancing, dancing Straight to the bank Count Benji to Frank Walk out like I’m that bitch Put the braids back Movin’ like Kelz Bad hoes in the back Singin’, “That’s that shit” Yeah, I really do talk like I walk Uh, I really been about that life Uh, shawty askin’ me for advice And I told lil’ 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 knockin’ Ten man down You say you the king Where the crown at nigga? I’ve been muggin’ since the first day And you couldn’t see a nigga on my worst day, no Put Moliy on the record for the flex I was feeling kinda reckless Young lil’ mama’s a finesser, mmh
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