Write another song for the money
My shawty say
Write another song for the money
You know you need
Money in the bank to keep her
You know you need
Money in the bank to keep her
So my shawty say
Write another song for the money
Hey hey hey my shawty say
Write another song for the money
You know you need
Money in the bank to keep her
She say you know you need
Money in the bank to keep her
Uhh, and who the hell said they was cheaper to keep
Cause if you aint getting money when you call you get the beeep
She can't pick up the phone, your broke ass should leave a message
And my guess is, if she never call well you get the message
You like whaaaat, you can't call nobody
I've been trying to find you like Waldo shawty
She said she bout her paper if it's there she gon get it
When the money gone she gon' be the f-ck gone with it
Hey, I mean come on, she love Louis Vuitton
Yorkie in her speedy bag that she name Milan
Hair stay did like she live in a salon
So her and money go hand in hand yeah like a baton
I swear on a stack of holy Bible's and Qur'an
We could be the Dream team baby, Kobe and LeBron
Only if you gold, I never do the Bronze
Cause if you could have Beyonce would you take Solange
Uhhh
Yo, yo
I'm in a tricky little mood
I trick these little dudes
I tell 'em that I love 'em but I never really do
See I like pretty shoes
And I like pretty minx
And I like site seein'
The pyramids and the sphinx
He cop Italian pieces so I do the fist pumps
And I can only push it if the trunk is in the front
If the truck is in the back then u gotta take it back
You can hit me on the Jack
IChat on the Mac
See I am who I am
Nicki M. Motherf-cker
If she say she not a fan
She a lyin' motherf-cker
Always shoppin' in Paris
So I speak a little French
Oui Oui rag-a-de
Time for you to hit the bench
Indecisive so I always gotta pick two
I guess that's why I got the Yorkie and the Shitzu
I told Fab get that Michael Knight Kit Coupe
Before I put this p-ssy on ya chipped tooth
I hate to see her poutin' she wants some Louboutins
I say how many pairs, she say who is counting
Money aint everything, with her it's the only thing
You don't treat her like a Queen, you gon be a lonely King!
Her daddy must have spoiled her
Aint no expiration date
F-ck a dinner and a movie, she wants a vacation date
Fly out to London cruise to Bahama's
Presidential suites we check in as the Obama's
Take for instance Nicki, when she shops she's picky
She f-cks a fifty g's fast and then calls it a quickie
I only deal with ten cents my d-ck game is intense
Bent that Barbie over and she aint seen Ken since
These n-ggas be feeling her
Affording her's another thing
She was married once before looking for another ring
So I call her (?) thats amongst the other things
She say she love my flow
I think she love to sing
