Bia - WHOLE LOTTA MONEY lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] It's a whole lotta money in this motherfu*ker (BIA, BIA) It's a whole lotta money in this motherfu*ker [Chorus] Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke sh*t, that broke sh*t get old Ain’t gon’ keep me 'round no ho sh*t, these hoes get too bold I'm allergic to that no sh*t, my wrist game on cold I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes, yeah [Verse 1] I can't wear the sh*t you b*tches wear because it's cheap to me It's some money at my table, grab a seat with me Cost a ticket just to cover all my legal fees I don't hang with jealous b*tches, that's a weak disеase Ho, don't run up If you broke and in my business, thеn just shut up I invested in my body b*tch, I'm done up I look good, I like to fu*k him when the sun up, uh [Refrain] I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega b*tch, I'm getting money, give a fu*k about a hater [Pre-Chorus] It's a whole lotta money in this motherfu*ker It's a whole lotta money in this motherfu*ker [Chorus] Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke sh*t, that broke sh*t get old Ain’t gon’ keep me 'round no ho sh*t, these hoes get too bold I'm allergic to that no sh*t, my wrist game on cold I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes [Verse 2] White on white Bentley, trunk got the engine Ho tryna get near me, b*tch, stay up outta my mentions Birkin bag, got plenty, twenty racks in Fendi Ain’t Got time for these messy hoes in my business, I ain't with it Got right now, not next, need M's on all of my checks Don't worry 'bout who I text, just know it ain't my ex Lotta rich ni**as in here, no b*tch ni**as in here When the pack landed and the check clear then this what you hear, uh [Refrain] I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega b*tch, I'm getting money, give a fu*k about a hater [Pre-Chorus] It's a whole lotta money in this motherfu*ker It's a whole lotta money in this motherfu*ker [Chorus] Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke sh*t, that broke sh*t get old Ain’t gon’ keep me 'round no ho sh*t, these hoes get too bold I'm allergic to that no sh*t, my wrist game on cold I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes [Outro] BIA, BIA