Lyrics:
hard dick and plenty money to shop
Take it off,
Come on and dance with me baby
Take it off,
There ain't nobody who can fade me
Take it off,
hold hands and smile at what money can't buy
We haven't a mansion seen only by me and you our days without sunshine are few
Yet we always love even
don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names
I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private
go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again, after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime,
the same route
But niggas actin' like they ain't about to pay out
Takin' me out just to ask how my day went
Tryna show me I'm his number one investment
don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names
I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private
wheels
Niggas talkin bout they got skill
He alright, he not real
Got a little flow that's cool with me
Got a little dough that's cool with me
Got a little
Bitch you dont gotta ask me nun
Since my nigga was a young boy we knew he was going NBA
And nigga I got real shooters man you see that fadeaway
Who knew
money on me (money)
Only thing in my pocket, big face (what?)
It's amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and a skinny waist
It's amazing
my face just fuckin melt
You wasn't by my side when I was askin' for that fuckin' help
Now you tryna ask me for that shit, no bitch that get the fuck
I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream (about that)
I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream
About that money and about that cream (hey, hey, hey)
that
If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch
I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (woo)
Free JT (ay)
Real bitches fuck wit' me (ay)
I
behavior
That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be mister clean
Baby, I don't know how
Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see,
Find that
Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP man
Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe
Man that show was liver than a motherfucker
mine
No more worries 'bout how can I provide
Money makes the world go round
(Nothin' move but the money)
You believe it if you want to
Money makes
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah (I'm a motherfuckin' City Girl), yeah
Uh
Please don't worry 'bout me, dirty-ass bitch (dirty-ass
the city, you live and let die..>
{Livin' in the ci-ty}
{Livin' in the ci-ty} me quick!>
Verse 2: JT Money
Wake up
the back, one by the living room
I keep all my jewelry at the bank now
Alexander McQueen's therapeutic
Bitch, I'm getting the same money as Cam Newton
Ask
T.I.P
Hey Jamie, J-T
(Ooh)
It 'bout time to get back hot again man,
You know I'm fresh out this thing
Lets go
You know you looking at a winner
give a fuck 'bout fuckin'
I ain't did that if she ain't got no butt
Money bring problems, okay, so what?
Pee them too real, they bought me a Rolls
got him feenin' with they pipes out
Let's ride out and reminisce on them days
When dey used to jack tourists everyday in Dade
That's how J-T Money
Ask them bitches 'bout me, they say for sure
How could I ever get bored?
Her pussy good, I could never get bored
I got a condo I'm never gon' show
the back, one by the living room
I keep all my jewelry at the bank now
Alexander McQueen's therapeutic
Bitch, I'm getting the same money as Cam Newton
Ask
the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I'm wonderin' if a thug's prayers reach
Is Pious pious 'cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, "Whose bias do
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