Chi Hoover - Make Me Rich lyrics

[Hook: Chi Hoover] I woke up, uh Tell her make them bands and bring me some I need all my money every month You gon' run it like you owe me somethin' Now make me rich, make me rich I need 'bout two strippers more than one Won't you shake your a** and show me somethin' Bands on bands, I make me more than one Now make me rich [Verse 1: Jeremih] I got bottles on bottles Got b**hes on b**hes, they kissin' each other in French I fell in love with the new Maserati Said, "f** it," and went 'head and copped a new Benz I don't go one on one I got like too many girls, I go crazy, got b**hes I throw away Throw up the money, blue hunnits Got bleu cheese and b**hes all under my wing and you know it Get it back quick as I spend it Throw it up, yeah she up on the pole spinnin' You got no win when I'm steppin' up in it Bossin' up on this sh**, y'all n***as rentin' Don't want no known, on my own with my b**h And you know that I love when she bring me them Benjis On her knees like religion Got night life, you can get the bomb if you act right When I put the cameras on blacklight Bet you act right Got all these girls in the back now All my n***as throwin' up a stack now [Hook: Chi Hoover] You gon' run it like you owe me somethin' Now make me rich, make me rich I need 'bout two strippers more than one Won't you shake your a** and show me somethin' Bands on bands, I make me more than one Now make me rich [Verse 2: Katie Got Bandz] Make me rich, don't want spend that sh** I'm just takin' hunnas, keep your tip Bottle after bottle, pour that liq' Roll up what I like and now I'm lit I'm the sh** Katie Got Bandz in the buildin', y'all know I'm gon' k** it Throwin' up dollars, she straight for them ballers She all on the ceilin', it's all for the riches I don't even strip but your BF gon' tip me Walk in the club and my diamonds on dizzy Order some bottles, gotta get a thotty She turnt off a bit so let's see up the party Breakin' them bands like I practice karate They all on the floor, got me walkin' on b**hes Hundreds and 50s and bottles of Remy Stack bands and throw 'em because I got plenty [?] j**els because I got bank Tell me that issue, I'm grippin' that pistol See I'm so official, you should blow the whistle Get rid of faces, get back to the basics now make me rich [Hook: Chi Hoover] Now make me rich, make me rich I need 'bout two strippers more than one Won't you shake your a** and show me somethin' Bands on bands, I make me more than one Now make me rich, make me rich [Bridge: Jeremih] You can shake your a** until tomorrow I'ma eat it then kiss it like tomorrows They don't wanna stop me [?] I would take a shower but you're better when you're naked I don't really [?], I just wild out on my indo Smokin' on that indo, bad b**h rollin' up the indo We don't [?], all we goin' for the cheddar Bleu cheese, hundred faces, blue faces, I'm eatin' better [Outro: Chi Hoover + Katie Got Bandz] Now make me rich, make me rich