My happiness doesn't come from money or fame. My happiness comes from seeing life without struggle.
Anyway Ri Ri what rhymes wit your name really? Money got you vacationing in Chile
Give me dome dome da-da-da-da-da dome dome dome I aint trippin on ya money money long long long
Aint nothin you can tell her Yeah she get the mozarella
& I'm all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face
& if I'm fake I aint notice cause my money aint
I think big, get cash, make em blink fast
Cause POP POP POP it goes my rubber band. So STOP STOP STOP sniffin that contraband.
Yeah my money's so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it
VIP Rosé you can have a beer Cuz honey when you gettin money you don't have a care
But I'm alone on my throne All these riches
Register my money, for the money gymnastic. Cause I make it flip now they be lookin all nasty.
I was in them million dollar meetings, he was cheatin. All up in the church, he was sneakin wit the deacon.
My money slow, my money stupid, money ditzy
These broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck. I'm only happy when I'm hoppin out the Brinks truck.
We get a lot of cheese, no mice with that.
Bump in my hoopty hoopty hoop. I own that. And I aint payin my rent this month. I owe that.
Is it two? Three? Leave a good tip, Imma blow all my money and don't give two shits.
Now everybody let me hear you say 'Ray Ray Ray'. Now spend all your money cause they pay pay pay.
Niggas know my pussy taste like mango-tango so they put a couple karats in my ankle bangles