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Correct Me, Myself, My Money Lyrics
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Iggy Azalea
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Correct Me, Myself, My Money
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[Hook] x 2 They'd buy my shit if they could Damn I make it look good I'm bound to 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 These moreschi's killing my feet Versace shades 'cause I'm feeling low key Case of ace 'cause the homies with me No I'd they know me ITG that's how you sound Chic Luzana I ain't camera Might put diamonds on my McLaren Like damn that wife is priced My son is signed', yeah fuck you payin' They pay me more 'cause I get shit you one hundred six four Six oh oh don't send that dough Wash MC's stay willin' on sheets Crack rock flow bitch cook that dough Put it in the streets say took that dough I cook that dough, throw it to the ceiling It fell on the floor, Iggy you killin' I already know Can't tell me nothing if you already broke I'm already on Aiming for the stars I'm already gone Gotta have dinner with a man on the moon Married to the shit and the money's my groom I'm swirving that shit, I ain't grabbing that broom (Hook) They'd buy my shit if they could Damn I make it look good I'm bound to 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 All wins no losses, life for the boss bitch All I need is an office, I'm turning shit off All I need is a coffin, Ridin' circles while they weez in the coffin Let the bullshit walk, let my money do the talking Put up runner walk 'cause there's my target Roll day driving yeah that's my target Pull up, park it no keys shit Push it start it, trim cocktails His name is Marcus, haters salty Nothing cash, I came with Ben and Andrew We might just 'cause a scandal, Find out that we menage our Nicky's handle Yeah that's my ammo, I'm on fire Just lit the candle, head in sky Bitch I'm the shit, you should think so too G shit, just gimme my money, ammo why take money over you [Hook] They'd buy my shit if they could Damn I make it look good I'm bound to 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 It's just me, myself, my money In the land of the milk and honey I came with some playboy bunnies And have to see this coming This shit right here by dollars To stun on whole's my honour This bitch must be in hell If the devil wears Prada Keep it real they don't want nada Getting cheese like enchiladas You ain't talking 'bout that money what the fuck you sayin' I'm cashing out what the fuck you playing, playing, playing You ain't talking 'bout that money what the fuck you sayin' [Hook] x 2 They'd buy my shit if they could Damn I make it look good I'm bound to 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
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