Mr. Money Bags

[Intro: The Jackson 5]
He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go— (Gunshot x3)

[Pre-Chorus]
I tell 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa
'Cause the IRS is comin' for my ass, oh-whoa
Fuck them bitches, man, I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr. Money Bags, M-Mr. Money—

[Chorus]
Baby, I'ma ball 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don’t stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimme, gimme—"

[Verse 1]
More, gimme more, I'm obsessed, uh
Money on the floor, in my drawers, in my chest, uh
I don’t do my chores anymore, I'm a mess, uh
Gimme, gimme more, gimme more, you get less, uh
Then I watch it come in abundance
They see me stuntin' and love it
Green in my hand like a Muppet
Don’t give a fuck 'bout a budget
And now my dash at a hunnid
And got hand full of pesos
All this fuckin' cash like I married Jeff Bezos

[Bridge]
Now look at me, I be hotter than a hundred degrees
Now look at me, like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh
They said, that money doesn’t grow on trees, yah
They said, the best things in life are free

[Pre-Chorus]
I tell 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa
'Cause the IRS is comin' for my ass, oh-whoa
Fuck them bitches, man, I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr. Money Bags, M-Mr. Money—

[Chorus]
Baby, I'ma ball 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don’t stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimme, gimme—"

[Verse 2]
Dumb muhfucka gettin' money, feel like Forrest Gump
4 whores in my 4 door, when I'm showin' up
"Oh my God" said my payroll, got your papa
Ghost in the garage, while my Phantom's at the opera

[Bridge]
Now look at me, I be hotter than a hundred degrees
Now look at me, like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh
They said, that money doesn’t grow on trees, yah
They said, the best things in life are free

[Pre-Chorus]
I tell 'em put it on my tab, oh-whoa
'Cause the IRS is comin' for my ass, oh-whoa
Fuck them bitches, man, I'm never payin' tax, oh-whoa
So much money, call me Mr. Money Bags, M-Mr. Money—

[Chorus]
Baby, I'ma ball 'til I fall
I'm steady goin' off of the wall
Does anybody know who to call?
And let 'em know the bank don’t stop
It don't stop, said, "Gimme, gimme—"