Kwamé - Money Mae lyrics

[Verse: 1] Let's call it a stick up, let's call it a show down Miss Money Mae came to shut it down Everybody on your feet when the beat drop Let me see the girls take the booty down I'm up in this thing, I'm all cla**y sh** Ice top gla** with my champagne poured in it Two sips, booty shaking my hips To the rhythm of the beat, let's go baby It's getting hot under the spotlight We in this club paint house dressed in white Like Diddy, baby can you dig it? This is how we do it when we come to your city [Hook] They call me Miss Money, Money, Money Mae Miss Money, Money, Money Mae Can I drive your car, can I hold that cash Drop a couple stacks in my hand Miss Money, Money, Money Mae Miss Money, Money, Money Mae Can I drive your car, can I hold that cash Drop a couple stacks in my hand [Verse: 2] Let's call it a robbery cause I came to take sh** Bet 'em big boys, yeah, that's my target They call me a k**er back in Jersey The way I murder on the track real dirty, real gangsta I see you bopping to the beat and I thank ya Put your hands up, let me see you wave 'em We got it looking like a hostage situation [Hook] [Verse: 3] Let's slow it down right here while I catch my breath and breathe I got my eye on big boy across the room and I can feel him watching me Usually I call the shots but I can tell he packing heat I need a boss that can help me set this off Come on, let's get this money [Hook]