My Money Don't Jiggle

Yeah, yeah, ooh My money don't jiggle, jiggle It folds, I like to see you wiggle, wiggle For sure, waiting on the whistle, whistle to blow 'Cause when it blows, she'll be at my door Then I let her in, she threw her pants on the floor Looked at me and said, "Babe, you want more?" I was like, "Of course, god-damn right" I was tryna hit it at the end of the night My money don't jiggle, jiggle It folds, I like to see you wiggle, wiggle For sure, waiting on the whistle, whistle to blow 'Cause when it blows, she'll be at my door Then I let her in, she threw her pants on the floor Looked at me and said, "Babe, you want more?" I was like, "Of course, god-damn right" I was tryna hit it at the end of the night Yeah, well I'm smoking on a green califa, I'm blowing hoes Flying out to California for more hoes Oh, baby, I'm just playing with ya, it's just a joke Put my money in the meter, meter, and walk home Way too gone to follow rules of the road I'm sorry mom, I guess I'm not that grown I been smoking on a green califa, I'm blowing hoes Mines in the ditch, but my money's on gold My money don't jiggle, jiggle, it folds I like to see you wiggle, wiggle, for sure Waiting on the whistle, whistle, to blow 'Cause when it blows, she'll be at my door Then I let her in, she threw her pants on the floor Looked at me and said, "Babe, you want more?" I was like, "Of course, god-damn right" I was tryna hit it at the end of the night My money don't jiggle, it folds I like to see you wiggle, wiggle, for sure Waiting on the whistle, whistle, to blow 'Cause when it blows, she'll be at my door Depressed already, skeeter, I don't know anything about it though I need a cloak, her money-eenie-miney-mo, get the dough I'm waiting on a Leviosa to get my dough up from all these flows Popping off like I did it before 'Cause I did, I don't care, plus my one-eye closed And I should've been the one y'all chose 'cause my, my, my, oh, my Money don't jiggle, jiggle it folds I like to see you wiggle, wiggle for sure Waiting on the whistle, whistle to blow 'Cause when it blows, she'll be at my door Then I let her in, she threw her pants on the floor Looked at me and said, "Babe, you want more?" I was like, "Of course, god-damn right" I was tryna hit it at the end of the night My money don't jiggle, jiggle it folds I like to see you wiggle, wiggle for sure Waiting on the whistle, whistle to blow 'Cause when it blows, she'll be at my door