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Featuring Jeremih Prod. by Futuristiks (Bridge) Hol-hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Bad bitches, bad bitches, Pull up, pull up Money low, money low, No sir, no sir I just throw, throw it up, throw it up! (Hook) You see me blowing all this cash, uh That don’t mean nothing to me, nah, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah That don’t mean nothing Money flyin like it got wings (that's right) That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah nah That don’t mean nothing I see them niggas holding hands (fuck em!) That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me That don’t mean nothing I got my niggas with me, I'm straight, I'm straight That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me That don’t mean nothing Letras de canciones(Verse) Uhhh show em money, blowin money Throwin money, you see us? And if not, your bitch do She ditched you to come meet us! Now she wanna chill with us, busted open for real niggas In DOA we shoot money, yeah niggas, we kill strippers! I don't care if that ass fake, long ass, that ass shake All this money and diamonds on me, now that's what I call karat cake Gotta keep up, I speed up, going hard to my last day I'm balling on em, fast break, fast life, no back brake Swerve! I know I get on their fucking nerves (Scoot!) That's your bitch, I'm leaving with her, word! You fuck with money, I do what I want with money My new whip, that's a thousand bricks, Cause that shit cost me a ton of money! We in here, they panicking Them broke boys can't handle it Na, these boys ain't got swag They just bought what’s on the mannequin! Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait Time to let them know who's the man again! (Me!) New rollie, sky dweller, fifty grand on my hand again! (Bridge) Hol-hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Bad bitches, bad bitches, Pull up, pull up Money low, money low, No sir, no sir I just throw, throw it up, throw it up! (Hook) You see me blowing all this cash, uh That don’t mean nothing to me, nah, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah That don’t mean nothing Money flyin like it got wings (that's right) That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah nah That don’t mean nothing I see them niggas holding hands (fuck em!) That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me That don’t mean nothing I got my niggas with me, I'm straight, I'm straight That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me That don’t mean nothing (Interlude) Who's house? My house! Who's house? My house! Ball so hard, need time out Ya ain't balling, lock out Bad bitches, they top out Those bitches don't stop now Pussy look like Pacquaio and I'm all cash, that knock out! (Verse) Hey! That money I'mma throw I'm in the jackpot! I wanna see it look I bringing you back the top They ain't seeing that before I really don't stop! Oh, all I know is go That my ridin low That 40 yard lit Hey, won’t you take a shot? then won’t you take a trip? I see your heels is bleeding I love you so conceded Acting like you don’t And you know you know you need it! (Bridge) Hol-hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Bad bitches, bad bitches, Pull up, pull up Money low, money low, No sir, no sir I just throw, throw it up, throw it up! (Hook) You see me blowing all this cash, uh That don’t mean nothing to me, nah, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah That don’t mean nothing Money flyin like it got wings (that's right) That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah nah That don’t mean nothing I see them niggas holding hands (fuck em!) That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me That don’t mean nothing I got my niggas with me, I'm straight, I'm straight That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me That don’t mean nothing From Letras Mania