Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Me, Myself, My Money, artist - Iggy Azalea. Album song TrapGold, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.08.2017
Record label: Black Diamond Media
Song language: English
Me, Myself, My Money |
| They’d buy my shit if they could |
| Damn I make it look good |
| I’m about to paper like wood |
| Oh you hating yeah, you should |
| Cause it’s just me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |
| These moreschi’s killing my feet |
| Versace shades 'cause I’m feeling low key |
| Case of ace 'cause the homies with me |
| No ID, they know me |
| ITG that’s how you sound |
| Chic Luzana I ain’t camera |
| Might put diamonds on my McLaren |
| Like damn that white bitch crazy |
| My stunts insane, yeah fuck you payin' |
| They pay me more 'cause I get shit |
| you one hundred six four |
| Six oh oh don’t send that dough |
| Wash MC’s stay white like sheets |
| Crack rock flow bitch cook that dough |
| Put it in the streets say took that dough |
| I took that dough, threw it to the ceiling |
| It fell on the floor, Iggy you killin' I already know |
| Can’t tell me nothing if you already broke. |
| I’m already on |
| Aiming for the stars I’m already gone |
| Gotta have dinner with a man on the moon |
| Married to the shit and the money’s my groom |
| I’m sweeping that shit, Ey grab that broom |
| They’d buy my shit if they could |
| Damn I make it look good |
| I’m about the paper like wood |
| Oh you hating yeah, you should |
| Cause it’s just me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |
| All wins no losses, life of a boss bitch |
| All I need is an office, |
| I’m killing shit off. |
| All I need is a coffin, |
| Ridin' circles while they wheeze and they coughing |
| Let the bullshit walk, let my money do the talking |
| Put up runner walk 'cause there’s my target |
| Rodeo Drive yeah that’s my target |
| Pull up, park it no keys shit |
| Push it start it, trim cocktails |
| His name is Marcus, haters salty |
| Nuts and cashews, I came with Ben and Andrew |
| We might just 'cause a scandal, |
| Find out that we menage our Nicky’s handle |
| Yeah that’s my M. O, I’m on fire |
| Just lit the candle, head in sky |
| Bitch I’m the shit, you should think so too |
| G shit, just gimme my money, M. O. Y. money over you! |
| They’d buy my shit if they could |
| Damn I make it look good |
| I’m bound to paper like wood |
| Oh you hating yeah, you should |
| Cause it’s just me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |
| It’s just me, myself, my money |
| In the land of the milk and honey |
| I came with some playboy bunnies |
| And Hef just said he coming |
| This shit right here by dollars |
| To stunt on hoes is my honour |
| This bitch must be in hell |
| If the devil wears Prada |
| Keep it real they don’t want nada |
| Getting cheese like enchiladas |
| You ain’t talking 'bout that money |
| what the fuck you sayin' |
| I’m cashing out what the fuck you |
| playing, playing, playing |
| You ain’t talking 'bout that money |
| what the fuck you sayin' |
| They’d buy my shit if they could |
| Damn I make it look good |
| I’m about the paper like wood |
| Oh you hating yeah, you should |
| Cause it’s just me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |
| Me, myself, my money |