He rocks in the tree tops all the day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song
All the little birds on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go-
I tell 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa
Cause the IRS is coming for my ass, oh-whoa
Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr.Money bags, Mr-Mr.Money-
Baby, I'ma ball, 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don't stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimmie, gimmie"
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 morе, gimme more, you get lеss, uh
Then 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
And now my dash at a hunnid
And 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 told 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa
Cause the IRS is coming for my ass, oh-whoa
Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr. Money bags, Mr-Mr. Money-
Baby, I'ma ball, 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don't stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimmie, gimmie"
Dumb mofucka' gettin' money, feel like Forrest Gump
Four whores in my four-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 told 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa
Cause the IRS is coming for my ass, oh-whoa
Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr. Money bags, Mr-Mr. Money-
Baby, I'ma ball, 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don't stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimmie, gimmie"