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Thursday, August 24, 2023

LYRICS of Money Come by Iggy Azalea

LYRICS of Money Come by Iggy Azalea.

Money Come Lyrics

Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)
Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)
Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)
Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)


Have you ever seen five bad bitches at your door? (Door)
All black masks like a fuckin' luchador (Dor)
Bitch, I'm still up for whoever keepin' score
'Till I'm running, 'till I'm running, 'till the 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 handle
Say you gonna run up on who? I need proof (Proof)
These bitches pussies, 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 fuck 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


Okay, so you wanna play rough, I'm reloaded
Okay, either get up off my clit or deep throat it
Y'all hoes out here workin' my nerves
Time to terminate the bird like a two-week notice
Mad I'm in my bag, but they sing my hits (Sing my hits)
If I had one, I'd tell y'all to suck my dick (Suck my dick)
Who you a bitch and you a bitch, check the fit, peep the drip
Check the score, we up six, put in work, never quit
MC Hammer, too legit, I'ma treat you like a trick
Throw that ass, I'ma make 'em throw it up, no bib
Still with them bougie ass bitches who can shoot
I can put it on your head and they could put you on the news (Woo-woo)
Shout out all the haters goin' cuckoo (Woo-woo)
'Cause I'm on that money train like choo-choo (Woo-woo)
He wanna stick it in my body like voodoo (Woo-woo)
'Cause the money make the kitty go who-who

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

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.


To complement the single, the Australian native has also released the video for “Money Come,” which sees her take over a corporation and assume the role of CEO by transforming the antiquated C-suite of men into a legion of powerful women. Directed by Christian Breslauer (“Kill Bill,” “About Damn Time,” “Industry Baby”) and taking inspiration from The Wolf Of Wall Street, the video joins Azalea’s iconic videography of other cinema-influenced visuals, including the record-breaking Billboard Hot 100 No. 1 “Fancy,” inspired by Clueless, and the Top 10 “Black Widow,” inspired by Kill Bill.

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