Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Money Bags, artist - Shotgun Willy. Date of issue: 05.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mr. Money Bags |
| He rocks in the tree tops all day long |
| Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song |
| All the little birdies on Jaybird Street |
| Love to hear the robin go (gunshot x3) |
| I tell em put it on my tab (Ah woah) |
| 'Cause the IRS is coming for my ass (Ah woah) |
| Fuck them bitches, man I’m never payin' tax (Ah woah) |
| So much money call me Mr. money bags |
| Mr-Mr. |
| Money |
| Baby I’mma ball, til I fall |
| Steady goin' off, of the wall |
| Does anybody know, who to call |
| Ay, let em know |
| The bank don’t stop |
| It don’t stop, said gimmie gimmie |
| Gimme gimme more, gimme more, I’m obsessed, uh |
| Money on the floor, in my drawer, in my chest, uh |
| I don’t do my chores, anymore, I’m a mess, uh |
| Gimme gimme more, gimme more |
| You get less |
| I watch it come in abundance |
| They see me stuntin' and love it |
| Green in my hand, like a Muppet |
| Don’t give a fuck 'bout a budget |
| Now my dash at a hundred |
| Got Hand full of pesos |
| All this fuckin' cash like I married Jeff Bezos |
| Now look at me, I be hotter than a hundred degrees |
| Now look at me, like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh |
| They said, that money doesn’t grow on trees, yuh |
| They said, the best things in life are free |
| I tell em put it on my tab, (Ah woah) |
| 'Cause the IRS is coming for my ass, (Ah woah) |
| Fuck them bitches, man I’m never payin' tax, (Ah woah) |
| So much money call me Mr. money bags |
| Mr-Mr. |
| Money |
| Baby I’mma ball, til I fall |
| Steady goin' off, of the wall |
| Does anybody know, who to call |
| Ay, let em know |
| The bank don’t stop |
| It don’t stop, said gimmie gimmie |
| Dumb mofucka' gettin' money, feel like Forrest Gump |
| 4 whores in my 4 door, when I’m showin' up |
| «Oh my God» said my payroll got your papa |
| Ghost in the garage, while my Phantom’s at the opera |
| Now look at me, I be hotter than a hundred degrees |
| Now look at me, like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh |
| They said, that money doesn’t grow on trees, yuh |
| They said, the best things in life are free |
| I tell em put it on my tab (Ah woah) |
| 'Cause the IRS is coming for my ass, (Ah woah) |
| Fuck them bitches, man I’m never payin' tax (Ah woah) |
| So much money call me Mr. money bags |
| Mr-Mr. |
| Money |
| Baby I’mma ball, til I fall |
| Steady goin' off, of the wall |
| Does anybody know, who to call |
| Ay, let em know |
| The bank don’t stop |
| It don’t stop, said gimmie gimmie |