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Money Come (Remix) Lyrics by Iggy Azalea & Ivorian Doll Ft. Big Boss Vette, music has been produced by Tricky Stewart, JerkPoP & Lord Afrixana, and Money Come (Remix) song lyrics are penned down by Iggy Azalea, Ivorian Doll, Big Boss Vette, Tricky Stewart, Camara Alford, Mocha Bands, Isak Swing & Lord Afrixana.

Money Come (Remix) Lyrics

Bounce, come on, bounce
Bounce, come on, bounce
Bounce, come on, bounce
Bounce, come on, bounce

Have you ever seen five bad bitches at your door? (Door)
All black masks like a f*ckin’ luchador (‘Dor)
Bitch, I’m still up for whoever keepin’ score
Tell ’em run it, tell ’em run it till their legs get sore (Get sore)
Covered in Givenchy, smellin’ like a bando
Say my pussy magic, he call my shit Orlando
My baby think I’m Costco, he just want a sample
Put him on his knees and gave him more than he could handlе
Say you gonna run up on who? I need proof (Proof)
These bitches pussiеs, their mouths are too loose
Still know some neighbourhood boys who can shoot
I can put it on your head and they can put you on the news (Woo-woo)
Pussy so wet, he need an anchor (Woo-woo)
Where that bitch talkin’ shit? I wanna thank her (Woo-woo)
‘Cause even though I don’t f*ck with you hoes
All the hatin’ kept my eyes on the money like a banker (Woo-woo)

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can’t give me some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can’t give her some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum (Bounce, come on, bounce)

Ayy, big boss, lil’ shit, can’t touch her (Hey)
Money make me climax, no Usher
Private jet when I fly state to state (Phew)
Pussy in his mouth, that’s a full course plate (Get it)
Like, uh, bad bitch, too smooth (Ah, ah)
Hatin’ ass bitches wanna see me lose (Hater)
See me outside, bitches tryna play cool (Wassup?)
If I ever see your man, guarantee he gon’ choose (Get him)
When I walk in the room, straight pressure (Ah, ah)
I got a bag, but your ni**a gimme extra (Hand it here)
Yeah, she cute, but he know Vette better (Yeah!)
Too many hoes, so they call me Hugh Hefner (Ah)
Any little thing I do, a bitch copy (What?)
Face card good, I don’t never bring a wallet (Yeah!)
Every time we f*ck, he love when I call him papi (Uh)
Spent the bag just because, so, you know we got sloppy (*Slurp*)

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can’t give me some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can’t give her some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce) (Hahahah, uh)
I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum (Bounce, come on, bounce) (I-V)

Bust-bust down, bust down, part hair, laced by the bandit
(Slay)
Hoes so sick, yeah, I know they can’t stand it (Nah)
Sneak diss, but you know hoes won’t back it up (Nah)
How you the boss in the back? It ain’t addin’ up (Bitch)
Go to work, when I twerk, make it clap-clap
I make a ni**a go crazy, get a Cash App (Ching)
And if she really in the streets, tell her back chat (What?)
I got some bi- that will make a hoe back-track (Bap, bap, bap)
I’m the doll that these hoes wanna play with (Woo)
Thirsty for the clout, I see how bitches dehydrated (Yeah)
They on the come up, and I already made it
He put my-he put my ass in his face I tell him, “Taste it” (Mwah, yeah)
Put this-put this pussy on a ni**a, make him wanna snooze (Snooze)
He wanna FaceTime me just for the view (View)
If you got the-if you got the bag, then I might be amused (Ha-ha-ha)
Introduce you to the twins, and they always come in twos (Two)

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can’t give me some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can’t give her some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum (Bounce, come on, bounce)

Bad bitches to the front (Bad bitches to the front)
Broke boys to the side (Broke boys to the side)
If I tell that boy, “Jump” (If I tell that boy, “Jump”)
He better ask, “How high?” (He better ask, “How high?”)
Bad bitches to the front (Bad bitches to the front)
Broke boys to the side (Broke boys to the side)
And if I tell that boy, “Jump” (Jump, jump)
He better ask, “How high?” (Woo)

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can’t give me some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can’t give her some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum (Bounce, come on, bounce)


SONG INFO:

Song: Money Come (Remix)
Artist: Iggy Azalea & Ivorian Doll Ft. Big Boss Vette
Music: Tricky Stewart, JerkPoP & Lord Afrixana
Lyrics: Iggy Azalea, Ivorian Doll, Big Boss Vette, Tricky Stewart, Camara Alford, Mocha Bands, Isak Swing & Lord Afrixana


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