More Money Song Lyrics - Da Beatfreakz

She want more money, more money, more money
And she clapping like she want it right now
Now she wanna throw it back at me
Climb up and drop it right down
You ain't gotta pause come out them drawers
She want more money, more money, more money
Now we fucking while you working, oh

She said she wanna be my little honey
I replied, "You just want me for the money"
I'm Hugh Hef, she a Playboy bunny
Tell her bring a friend along
Make it shake shake for me (How ya mean?)
I ain't tryna find a wifey
I need 2 2 pretty peng lighties
Tight dress, hot chaps, no panties
My girl see me and they start saying
"Spank me"
If you's a freak in the morning say
"Fuck yeah"
If you like dancing up on it say, "Fuck yeah"
You know what to do
Keep bouncing them tattoos
If you like dancing up on it, say, "Fuh yeah"
(Oh)

She want more money, more money, more money
And she clapping like she want it right now
Now she wanna throw it back at me
Climb up and drop it right down
You ain't gotta pause come out them drawers
She want more money, more money, more money
Now we fucking while you working, oh

If you came for the paper
Shake your money maker
Take it up and down like the escalator
(Woah) You like my style? Of
Course you love my flavour
Big back, rep for Ghana and Jamaica
I put that work in but it isn't labour
I can do it now and can still do it later
Mm, then the same again tomorrow
And every other day that has to follow
If you's a freak in the morning say
"Fuck yeah"
If you like dancing up on it say, "Fuck yeah"
You know what to do
Keep bouncing them tattoos
If you like dancing up on it say, "Fuck yeah"

She want more money, more money, more money
And she clapping like she want it right now
Now she wanna throw it back at me
Climb up and drop it right down
You ain't gotta pause come out them drawers
She want more money, more money, more money
Now we fucking while you working, oh

I'm your guy, you tryna style on a nigga
Look bae, come ride in the bimmer
Life of a winner, can't find a guy any realer
I live my life like a movie
I feel mad it's a thriller
Might hit Ibiza or Napa and spend
Some time in the villa
I need a freak in the morning
A freak in the evening
I told them to believe in their
Barber but me she believe in

She want more money, more money, more money
And she clapping like she want it right now
(She clapping, babe)
Now she wanna throw it back at me
Climb up and drop it right down
You ain't gotta pause
Come out them drawers (Oh yeah)
She want more money, more money, more money
I'll be fucking while you working, oh

No, no, no, na oh no, no, no, na
Baby yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah give me that love