Me, Myself, My Money

Me, Myself, My Money

They'd-they'd-they'd buy me shit if they could
Damn, I make it look good
I'm 'bout the paper like wood
Oh, you hating? Yeah, you should
'Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
They'd-they’d-they'd buy me shit if they could
Da-damn, I make it look good
I'm-I'm 'bout the paper like wood
Oh, you hating? Yeah, you should
'Cause it’s just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me-me-me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

These-these-these Margielas is killing my feet
Versace shades 'cause I’m feeling low-key
Case of Ace 'cause the homies with me
No ID, they know me
I-G-G, bitch, why you starin'?
Chic Lazana, I ain't carin'
Might put Daytons on my McLaren
Like, damn, that white bitch cray
My son is signed, yeah, fuck, you pay me
Then pay me more 'cause I get shit, you one hundred six four
6-0-0, don't slam that door
Wash MC's, they white like sheets
Crack rock flow, bitch, cook that dough
Put it in the streets, they took that dough
I took that dough
Threw it to the ceiling, it fell on the floor
Iggy, you killin', I already know
Can't tell me nothin' if you already broke I'm already on
Aiming for the stars, I'm already gone
'Boutta have dinner with the man on the Moon
Married to this shit and the money's my groom
I’m sweepin' this shit, ayy, grab that broom

They'd-they'd-they'd buy me shit if they could
Damn, I make it look good
I'm 'bout the paper like wood
Oh, you hating? Yeah, you should
'Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
They'd-they'd-they'd buy me shit if they could
Da-damn, I make it look good
I'm-I'm 'bout the paper like wood
Oh, you hating? Yeah, you should
'Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me-me-me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

All-all-all wins no losses, life of a boss bitch
All I need is an office
I’m killin' shit off, all I need is a coffin
Ridin' circles round 'em while they wheezin' and coughin'
Let the bullshit walk, let my money do the talkin'
Put over on the wall, 'cause that's my target
Roll there, drive there, yeah, that’s my target
Pull up, park it, no keys shit
Push it, start it, shrimp cocktails In Neiman Marcus, haters salty
Nuts and cashews, I came with Ben and Andrew
We might just cause a scandal
Find out that we ménage, like Nicki's handle
Yeah, that's my ammo, I’m on fire
Just lit the candle, head in the sky
Bitch, I'm the shit, you should think so too
G-shit, just gimme my money
M.O. y, money over you

They'd-they'd-they'd buy me shit if they could
Damn, I make it look good
I'm 'bout the paper like wood
Oh, you hating? Yeah, you should
'Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
They’d-they'd-they'd buy me shit if they could
Da-damn, I make it look good
I'm-I'm 'bout the paper like wood
Oh, you hating? Yeah, you should
'Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me-me-me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

It's j–, it's j–, it's just me, myself, my money
In the land of milk and honey
I came with some Playboy Bunnies
And Hef just said, «he coming»
This shit right here 'bout dollars
To stunt on hoes is my honor
And a bitch must be in hell, if the devil wears Prada
Keep it real, they don't want nada
Gettin' cheese like enchiladas
You ain't talkin' 'bout that money, what the fuck you sayin'?
I'm cashin' out, why the fuck you playin'? (Playin', playin', playin', playin')
Playin' (playin', playin', playin', playin', playin')
Playin' (playin', playin', playin')
You ain't talking 'bout money, what the fuck you sayin'?

They'd-they'd-they'd buy me shit if they could
Da-damn, I make it look good
I'm-I'm 'bout the paper like wood
Oh, you hating? Yeah, you should
'Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me-me-me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money