Mr. Money Bags - Shotgun Willy, Lucian

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