Bia ft nicki minaj whole lotta money

Bia ft nicki minaj whole lotta money

Bia ft nicki minaj whole lotta money

BIA en Nicki Minaj

Hiphop/Rap · 2021

WHOLE LOTTA MONEY (Remix)

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3:49

8 juli 2021

1 nummer, 4 minuten

℗ 2021 BIA, under exclusive license to Epic Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment

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        Bia

        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker
        Barbia (BIA, BIA)
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke shit
        that broke shit get old
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit
        these hoes get too bold
        I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
        I might paint my coupe white
        just to match with my toes, yeah

        I can't wear the shit you bitches 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 bitches, that's a weak disease
        Ho, don't run up
        If you broke and in my business, then just shut up
        I invested in my body bitch, I'm done up
        I look good, I like to fuck him when the sun up, uh

        I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega (Uh)
        And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer
        Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega (Brr)
        Bitch, I'm getting money, give a fuck about a hater

        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke shit
        that broke shit get old
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
        I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
        I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes

        Ayo, I put on my jewelry just to suck my nigga off (Off)
        Fingers on his balls like I'm about to tell him
        "Cough" (Cough)
        Wait, hold on, Holiday
        You can't give it to 'em dry like that
        You gotta get that shit wet first
        You gotta prep them for shit like that
        Bring that shit back, bring that shit the fuck back
        I put on my jewelry just to go out by the pool (Pool)
        And I keep it with me incase somebody act a fool (Fool)
        Pucci on my coochie, I'ma make these niggas drool (Drool)
        Higher than the moon, but I'm in tune, so don't run up (Brr)
        'Cause if you run up (Brr)
        I guarantee you ain't gon' leave looking done up (Uh-uh)
        Some little Chinese bangs with the bun up
        I got the crown, little bitch, you just a run' up (Oh)

        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
        Bitch, I'm getting money, give a fuck about a hater

        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke shit
        that broke shit get old
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit
        these hoes get too bold
        I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
        I might paint my coupe white
        just to match with my toes (MM)

        Ayo, BIA (Huh?)
        I just bent the block, all bitches wanna be ya
        Prolly cause my waist gone, money long Nia
        Well, I ain't talking cars, long hair, don't KIA
        In a twin seater, you Tamera?
        What's Tia?
        My pussy pretty, I fuck 'em like porn stars
        Ain't playing basketball, but my bitches is all stars
        That Richie on my wrist 'cause I'm richer than most broads
        Yo Nick, this bitch is trippin' let's send 'em a postcard
        (Haha, brr)

        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
        Bitch, I'm getting money, give a fuck about a hater

        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke shit
        that broke shit get old
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
        I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
        I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes

        BIA, BIA

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        [Pre-Chorus: BIA & Nicki Minaj]
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker (Barbia, BIA, BIA)
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

        [Chorus: BIA]
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke shit, that broke shit get old
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
        I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
        I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes, yeah

        [Verse 1: BIA]
        I can't wear the shit you bitches 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 bitches, that's a weak disease
        Ho, don't run up
        If you broke and in my business, then just shut up
        I invested in my body, bitch, I'm done up
        I look good, I like to fuck him when the sun up, uh

        [Refrain: BIA]
        I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega (Uh)
        And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer
        Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega (Brr)
        Bitch, I'm getting money, give a fuck about a hater

        [Pre-Chorus: BIA]
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

        [Chorus: BIA & Nicki Minaj]
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke shit, that broke shit get old
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
        I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
        I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes (Ayo)

        [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
        I put on my jewelry just to suck my nigga off (Off)
        Fingers on his balls like I'm 'bout to tell him, "Cough" (Cough)
        Wait, hold on, Holiday
        You can't give it to 'em dry like that
        You gotta get that shit wet first
        You gotta prep them for shit like that
        Bring that shit back, bring that shit the fuck back

        I put on my jewelry just to go out by the pool (Pool)
        And I keep it with me case somebody act a fool (Fool)
        Pucci on my coochie, I'ma make these niggas drool (Drool)
        Higher than the moon, but I'm in tune, so don't run up (Brrap)
        'Cause if you run up (Brrap)
        I guarantee you ain't gon' leave looking done up (Uh-uh)

        Some likkle Chinese bangs with the bun up
        I got the crown, lil' bitch, you just a run' up (Oh)

        [Refrain: BIA]
        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
        Bitch, I'm getting money, give a fuck about a hater

        [Pre-Chorus: BIA]
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

        [Chorus: BIA & Nicki Minaj]
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke shit, that broke shit get old
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
        I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
        I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes (Mm)

        [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & BIA]
        Ayo, BIA (Huh?)
        I just bent the block, all these bitches wanna be ya
        Prolly cause my waist gone, money long, Nia
        Well, I ain't talking cars, long hair, don't KIA
        In a twin seater, you Tamera? What's Tia?
        My pussy pretty, I fuck 'em like porn stars
        Ain't playing basketball, but my bitches is all stars
        That Richie on my wrist 'cause I'm richer than most broads
        Yo, Nick', these bitches trippin', let's send 'em a postcard (Haha, brr)

        [Refrain: BIA]
        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
        Bitch, I'm getting money, give a fuck about a hater

        [Pre-Chorus: BIA]
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker
        It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

        [Chorus: BIA]
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no broke shit, that broke shit get old
        Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
        I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
        I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes

        [Outro: BIA]
        BIA, BIA

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