Webb27 nov. 2024 · MONEY Lyrics – Phix. Singer: Phix Title: MONEY. Aye, aye, aye, aye Louis on the bag, hoe, we do the dash [What up? Booty on my lap, juicy in the zag [I done come up Tooly in the back, fool, this ain’t no cap [Uh-uh. Boujee, I be bad, tell that lame to shut the f#ck up Wife beaters all that I be wearing, f#ck your dress code Run up in your house to … Webb21 sep. 2024 · Lyrics such as “What about the poor and destitute?” and “People need to eat to put shoes on their baby’s feet” accentuate the message of the song, making the listener question the worth of money. What’s the use of having money if everyone around you is suffering? “Material Girl” – Madonna (1984)
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WebbLyrics for Money by Phix Type song title, artist or lyrics MusixmatchPROTop lyricsCommunityContribute Sign in LyricsMoney Phix Lyrics not available. Be the first to add the lyrics and earn points Add lyrics Powered by AICurated by people Start your discovery EnglishEnglishEspañolItalianoDeutschFrançaisBrasileiroPortuguês日本 … WebbYou're still everything I want and I think we could work it out So what are you doin' now? Now that you finally got the job you like I'm making money off the songs I write I know you said that I could call you I wonder if you wanna call too Now that the future doesn't feel so far It doesn't seem as wrong to want what's ours cylinder on ground contact stress solidworks
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Webb{Intro: Phix} Aye, aye, aye, aye {Chorus: Phix} Louis on the bag, hoe, we do the dash (What up?) Booty on my lap, juicy in the zag (I done come up) Tooly in the back, fool, this ain't … Webb{Intro: Phix} Aye, aye, aye, aye {Chorus: Phix} Louis on the bag, hoe, we do the dash (What up?) Booty on my lap, juicy in the zag (I done come up) Tooly in the back, fool, this ain't no cap (Uh-uh) Boujee, I be bad, tell that lame to shut the fuck up {Verse 1: Phix} Wife beaters all that I be wearing, fuck your dress code WebbPhix - LEAD YOU ON 2 1 {verse 1} I'm sorry that i don't reply when you text me I let go every time that you let me I take drugs every time you upset me So i think that it's time you forget me for good And i don't know where to start Maybe with the girl who left a hole in my heart And since you left i'm falling apart cylinder on an engine