| They’d buy my shit if they could
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| Damn I make it look good
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| I’m about to paper like wood
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| Oh you hating yeah, you should
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| Cause it’s just me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money
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| These moreschi’s killing my feet
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| Versace shades 'cause I’m feeling low key
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| Case of ace 'cause the homies with me
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| No ID, they know me
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| ITG that’s how you sound
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| Chic Luzana I ain’t camera
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| Might put diamonds on my McLaren
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| Like damn that white bitch crazy
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| My stunts insane, yeah fuck you payin'
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| They pay me more 'cause I get shit
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| you one hundred six four
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| Six oh oh don’t send that dough
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| Wash MC’s stay white like sheets
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| Crack rock flow bitch cook that dough
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| Put it in the streets say took that dough
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| I took that dough, threw it to the ceiling
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| It fell on the floor, Iggy you killin' I already know
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| Can’t tell me nothing if you already broke. |
| I’m already on
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| Aiming for the stars I’m already gone
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| Gotta have dinner with a man on the moon
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| Married to the shit and the money’s my groom
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| I’m sweeping that shit, Ey grab that broom
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| They’d buy my shit if they could
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| Damn I make it look good
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| I’m about the paper like wood
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| Oh you hating yeah, you should
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| Cause it’s just me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money
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| All wins no losses, life of a boss bitch
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| All I need is an office,
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| I’m killing shit off.
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| All I need is a coffin,
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| Ridin' circles while they wheeze and they coughing
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| Let the bullshit walk, let my money do the talking
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| Put up runner walk 'cause there’s my target
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| Rodeo Drive yeah that’s my target
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| Pull up, park it no keys shit
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| Push it start it, trim cocktails
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| His name is Marcus, haters salty
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| Nuts and cashews, I came with Ben and Andrew
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| We might just 'cause a scandal,
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| Find out that we menage our Nicky’s handle
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| Yeah that’s my M. O, I’m on fire
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| Just lit the candle, head in sky
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| Bitch I’m the shit, you should think so too
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| G shit, just gimme my money, M. O. Y. money over you!
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| They’d buy my shit if they could
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| Damn I make it look good
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| I’m bound to paper like wood
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| Oh you hating yeah, you should
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| Cause it’s just me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money
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| It’s just me, myself, my money
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| In the land of the milk and honey
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| I came with some playboy bunnies
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| And Hef just said he coming
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| This shit right here by dollars
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| To stunt on hoes is my honour
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| This bitch must be in hell
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| If the devil wears Prada
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| Keep it real they don’t want nada
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| Getting cheese like enchiladas
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| You ain’t talking 'bout that money
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| what the fuck you sayin'
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| I’m cashing out what the fuck you
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| playing, playing, playing
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| You ain’t talking 'bout that money
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| what the fuck you sayin'
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| They’d buy my shit if they could
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| Damn I make it look good
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| I’m about the paper like wood
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| Oh you hating yeah, you should
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| Cause it’s just me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money
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| Me, myself, my money |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Me, Myself, My Money , by - Iggy Azalea. Song from the album TrapGold, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп