Kim Petras - Money Got Her Hot lyrics

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Kim Petras - Money Got Her Hot lyrics

I got my lipstick on Ready to party I look around And the club is full of hotties You see this guy there They say that he's got money I hear his Rolex tick and suddenly he got me got me You see me party party Take me on a Safari Mink, Gorilla, Chinchilla, Whatever Get it for me Stop staring old guys I'm way too stylish I'm wanting Balenciaga Do not need Viagra, holla Money got her hot Money got her hot Money, money got her what? Money, money got her hot, oh! Money got her hot Money got her hot Money, money got her what? Money, money got her hot, oh! I'll be your Marilyn She is your Jackie Don't need her anyways If you can push up on me You're such a Rockefeller I hear kaching kaching Don't need no Louis V If I can get some Bling Bling You'll be my Santa Clause I'll be your chimney You can come in and out Just leave a present for me You're looking at my goodies I'm looking at your wallet I see your money money Can't you see I want it want it Oh baby you can see no blood on my Louboutin soles No honey you can see no blood on my Louboutin soles, no I'll be your playmate You'll be my Heffner Give me some Dolce We can do what-so-ever Get me a new bikini Driving in your Lamborghini Paris would be jealous If she could just see me see me Money got her hot Money got her hot Money, money got her what? Money, money got her hot, oh! Money got her hot Money got her hot Money, money got her what? Money, money got her hot, oh! Money got her hot Money got her hot Money, money got her what? Money, money got her hot, oh! Money got her hot Money got her hot Money, money got her what? Money, money got her hot, oh! Take me to Paris Sur les Champs-Élysées Get me some new heels Or we both are pa**é If you're not as rich as Trump You won't ever touch my hump Look around so many girls Wanting you to touch their junk All the boys at the bar Waitin' to give me a drink Paralyzed by the money Do not stop to blink blink You say that I'm a hoe But I might say I'm not What the hell can I do If the money got me so hot Oh baby you can see no blood on my Louboutin soles No honey you can see no blood on my Louboutin soles, no