Intro C F..
it’s the hot girl coach
and lisa (ah)

C
hair down, feeling like rapunzel
C
keep your doggies
in a motherfuckin’ muzzle
F
only one queen in the jungle
F
ay, only one queen, only one

C
i don’t window shop, i big spend
C
if i got a message, i click “send”
F
you can’t lie to me,
got a sixth sense
F
feel my energy
with some himalayan incense

C
livin’ lavish while we still young
C
spendin’ that shit ’til we go dumb
F
flashin’ them gold teeth
all damn day
F
when i walk by, i hear them say

Chorus
C
that’s money..
C
that’s motherfuckin’ money..
F
bitch, tell me how you love me..
F
bitch, tell me how..
(yeah, yеah, yeah)

C
that’s money..
C
that’s motherfuckin’ money..
F
bitch, tell me how you love me..
F
bitch, tell me how..
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

C
hair down, feeling like rapunzel
C
hair down, feeling, hair down
F
hair down, feeling like rapunzel
F
hair down, feeling, hair down
(real hot girl shit)

C
i’m the hood rapunzel,
fifty inch my bundles (yeah)
C
louis v, my duffle
body tea for trouble
F
made a mill’ at my show,
quarter mill’ on my throat (brr)
F
and if a bitch want beef,
i make a meal outta her (ah)

C
damn, i might be too pretty
(too pretty)
what they finna do with me?
(i don’t know)
C
booty so big, ass sittin’ up
like new titties (baow, baow)
F
two chains on, finna pull up
with the roof missing
F
poppin’ all my life,
bitches hating ain’t a new feeling

C
livin’ lavish while we still young
C
spendin’ that shit ’til we go dumb
F
flashin’ them gold teeth
all damn day
F
when i walk by, i hear them say

Chorus
C
that’s money..
C
that’s motherfuckin’ money..
F
bitch, tell me how you love me..
F
bitch, tell me how..
(yeah, yеah, yeah)

C
that’s money..
C
that’s motherfuckin’ money..
F
bitch, tell me how you love me..
F
bitch, tell me how..
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

C
hair down, feeling like rapunzel
C
hair down, feeling, hair down
F
hair down, feeling like rapunzel
F
hair down, feeling, hair down

C
hair down, feeling like rapunzel
C
hair down, feeling, hair down
F
hair down, feeling like rapunzel
F
hair down, feeling, hair down

Int. C F..

C
need some me time, gotta meditate
C
level up, level up, bitch
i levitate
F
in my pocket, i got somethin’
you won’t ever make
F
but i’m generous,
maybe you can have a taste

C
anyway, gotta go
cause i’m runnin’ late
C
every day, make a bag
bitch, you gonna hate
F
hour or two
F
but this is my life, baby
i ain’t you