I gotta make this money, it's all on me.
We gotta get this cheese, it's all we need. I gotta make this money, it's all on me. Louis, Reece and Big and the BBC. My money doesn't jiggle jiggle, it folds. I wanna see you wiggle wiggle for sure. It makes me wanna dribble dribble, you know. Ridin' in my Fiat, you really have to see it. I'm six feet two in a compact. No slack. But luckily, the seats go back. I've got a knack to relax in my mind I'm feeling fine, and I'm sipping some red, red wine.