Shotgun Willy - Mr. Money Bags lyrics

[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 fu*k them b*tches, 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 fu*k 'bout a budget And now my dash at a hunnid And got hand full of pesos All this fu*kin' 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 fu*k them b*tches, 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 muhfu*ka gettin' money, feel like Forrest Gump 4 who*es 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 fu*k them b*tches, 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—"