I been feelin′ myself like a massage
Been blowing my cash living too large
When I show up to the club with my entourage
My drip-drip drop like a carwash
Got my eyes on one or two ting-tings
Gonna lock that up like sing-sing
Time is money and I make it go chi-ching
Let's get it
Let′s get it, chi-ching drop
Let's get it
Let's get it
Time is money and I make it go chi-ching
Let′s get it
Big bag when I make an appearance
(high)
On rodeo you be shopping in clearance
(ting-ting)
What′s that sound? Wait a sec can you hear it?
Yeah, I can, what's that? That′s a stadium cheering
I get money in Tokyo
I get money in Paris
I get money round the world
I might retire my parents
And I got new drip
Don't know how many karats
But yo, my neck real heavy
Like I′m wearing a Ferris
All these blinding lights, got me shining bright, got no time for impatience
I wanna vibe tonight, popping like dynamite, we moving deep like migration
Never gon' stop, so let′s keep this motion
20 more rounds, and my body's floating
Little bit drunk, I think you should know
That my drip-drip drop 'til I′m overflowing
I ain′t tryna fit in, I'm an outlaw
You don′t like what I do then fuck off
I'm a bitch that′s hotter than hot sauce
Gonna pop-pop bottles like a rockstar
Got my eyes on one or two ting-tings
Gonna lock that up like sing-sing
Time is money and I make it go chi-ching
Let's get it
Let′s get it, chi-ching drop
Let's get it
Let's get it
Time is money and I make it go chi-ching
Let′s get it
Writer(s): Emma Olivia Helena Bertilsson, Bas Van Daalen, Jenson David Aubrey Vaughan, Anthony Shane Tubbs
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