SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY Songtext

von Amaarae, Moliy

Dollars all around
Ohh, there′s dollars all around
Dollar, dollar bills, yeah
Dollar, dollar bills
You're on my frequency
You′ve been staring at me since you walked in the bar
I don't really know how long now

I don't need no fake love, no, I don′t need no favor
I know my time will come, just me and my maker
I′m gonna make the paper, I am gonna make the paper
I'm gonna make dollar bills, I′m gonna get paid, yeah

Get the fuck outta my way
I'm gonna get paid, yeah
I wanna get paid, yeah
Just gimme my mula-la-la

Get the fuck outta my way
I′m gonna get paid, yeah
I'm gonna get paid, yeah
Just gimme my mula-la-la

I really like to party
I really like to party
I really like to party
I cannot control my body
So when the song is starting
Just cancel all your plans o
It′s evident in my dancing
Moonwalk like Michael Jackson

To the left to the right
To the front with it, go yeah, yeah
To the left to the right
To the front with it, go yeah, yeah

You already know just how it goes
I already know just how it goes
For the night I'm riding solo
Don't want no love, just leave me alone

I′ve been waiting, oh, all night long
For the DJ to play my song
I dey wind and grind on your bobo
Somebody please don′t call on the popo
Turn it up and then drop it low low
All this lockdown, it don make me kolo
I've been waiting, oh, all night long o
Tonight I no go pick my phone calls
I′m so gone o

Get the fuck outta my way
I'm gonna get paid, yeah
I wanna get paid, yeah
Just gimme my mula-la-la

Get the fuck outta my way
I′m gonna get paid, yeah
I'm gonna get paid, yeah
Just gimme my mula-la-la

I really like to party
I really like to party
I really like to party
I cannot control my body
So when the song is starting
Just cancel all your plans o
It′s evident in my dancing
Moonwalk like Michael Jackson

I feel nice, there's nothing in my way
Shawty wanna fuck but I just want my space
In a lambo truck, I'm racing
Room still spinning, I′m pacing
I don′t wanna talk, I'm dancing, dancing

Straight to the bank, count Benji then Frank
Walk out like I′m that bitch
With the braids back
Moving like girls
Bad hoes in the back singing that's that shit, yeah

I really do talk like I walk
I really been about that life
Shawty asking me for advice
And I told her, "Baby, all I got is the spice for ya"

Get the fuck outta my way
I′m gonna get paid, yeah
I wanna get paid, yeah

Two time knocking, ten men down
You say you the king, where the crown then?
Nigga, I've been mugging since the first day
And you couldn′t see a nigga on my worst day, no
Put molly on the record for the flex
I was feeling kinda reckless
Young little mamas to finesse it