Album Cover Mr. Money Bags

Mr. Money Bags

Shotgun Willy

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He rocks in the tree tops all day long Hoppin′ and a-boppin' and

Singing his song all the little birdies on Jaybird Street Love to

Hear the robin go (gunshot) I tell em put it on my tab(Ah woah)

Cause the IRS is coming for my ass

(Ah woah) Fuck them bitches, man I′m never payin' tax

(Ah woah) So much money call me

Mr.Money bags Mr-Mr.Money

Baby I'mma ball, til I fall steady goin′ off

Of the wall does anybody know, who to call

Let em know the bank don′t stop It don't stop

Said gimmie gimmie gimme gimme 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 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 now my dash at a

Hundred 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 tell em put it on my tab

(Ah woah)

Cause the IRS is coming for my ass

(Ah woah) Fuck them bitches, man I′m never payin' tax

(Ah woah) So much money call me

Mr.Money bags Mr-Mr.Money

Baby I′mma ball, til I fall Steady goin' off

Of the wall Does anybody know, who to call Ay

Let em know The bank don′t stop It don't stop

Said gimmie gimmie dumb mofucka′ gettin' money

Feel like Forrest Gump 4 whores in my 4 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 tell em put it on my tab

(Ah woah)

Cause the IRS is coming for my ass

(Ah woah) Fuck them bitches, man I′m never payin' tax

(Ah woah) So much money call me

Mr.Money bags Mr-Mr.Money

Baby I′mma ball, til I fall steady goin' off

Of the wall does anybody know, who to call

Let em know The bank don′t stop It don't stop, said gimmie gimmie