My money doesn't jiggle, jiggle, it folds
I wanna see you wiggle, wiggle, for sure
It makes me wanna dribble, dribble, you know
Riding in my Fiat
My money doesn't jiggle, jiggle, it folds
I wanna see you wiggle, wiggle, for sure
It makes me wanna dribble, dribble, you know
Riding in my Fiat
You really have to see it
I'm 6 feet 2 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
[Verse 2]
Shepherd's Bush
My compact push
Notting Hill Gate
My Fiat skates
With a crate of Cabernet
But not today
Cuz I gotta drive
I wanna stay alive
Not 'cuz it's illicit
Do I have to get explicit?
As a matter of fact
I sip on the 'gnac
With Big and Reece
200 diamonds in their piece
I'm trying to get mine
So I can shine
[Chorus]
We gotta make this money, it's all on me
We gotta get this cheese, it's all we need
We gotta make this money, it's all on me
Louis, Reece and Big and the BBC
We gotta make this money, it's all on me
We gotta get this cheese, it's all we need
We gotta make this money, it's all on me
Louis, Reece and Big and the BBC