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Yo, yo, yo I got money, I got money (bitch) I got money growing on trees [?], a million leaves Cartier rings, on all of my fings' Got that whip at the wings When they see me, they see money 'Cause I got ka-ching I got money, I got money (bitch) I got money, got the Louis, that Prada, Vendi The white gin is a G You got the whip, I got me three Yeah, I'm living the dream When they see me, they see money Cause I got ka-ching I used to be a broke ass bitch Yeah, I'm in school but no class bitch Stop, don't even ask bitch 'Cause I ain't got no cash for no gas bitch But that was a pass bitch The glow up was fast bitch I'm chilling, I'm past rich I'm swimming in cash bitch All my haters can drop in a casket Fat money, tall money Letras de canciones[?] money, raw money Thick money, RuPaul money Haters, where y'all money? Who did Beyonce [?]? Me Who wrists' covered in gold? T Who got T-Swift on they phone? He A million a month on my own, shit Yo, yo, yo I got money, I got money (bitch) I got money growing on trees [?], a million leaves Cartier rings, on all of my fings' Got that whip at the wings When they see me, they see money 'Cause I got ka-ching I got money, I got money (bitch) I got money, got the Louis, that Prada, Vendi The white gin is a G You got the whip, I got me three Yeah, I'm living the dream When they see me, they see money Cause I got ka-ching I got a big (big) fat (fat) black (black) card and I ain't afraid to use it (you know it) And when I party, I party hard 'cause I got moolah and I ain't afraid to lose it, no, no I spin that thing like it's a ballerina (ballerina) Whatever side I'm on, the grass is greener (oh la la bitch) I don't see these hoes, just call me Sia I'm laughin' at these bums like a hyena (Ha ha) They say they saw my face in Forbes, where was the lie though? They say you can't buy happiness, I just said bye hoe, bye So busy winning, I don't need to win the lotto You smell that money, that's the [?] in yo' nostril They couldn't get up on my level if they dared Pretending that they ballin' but they wallet is impaired And I be shopping and dropping coins on them twins from D squared Got so many zeroes that the ATM is scared, Ahh I got money, I got money (bitch) I got money growing on trees [?], a million leaves Cartier rings, on all of my fings' Got that whip at the wings When they see me, they see money 'Cause I got ka-ching I got money (eh), I got money (bitch) I got money, got the Louis (got it), that Prada, Vendi The white gin is a G You got the whip, I got me three (three) Yeah, I'm living the dream When they see me (ow), they see money (yep) Cause I got ka-ching From Letras Mania