Money Come Lyrics – Iggy Azalea

[Intro: K7]
Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)
Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)
Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)
Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Have you ever seen five bad b!tches at your door? (Door)
All black masks like a f**king luchador (Dor)
B!tch, I'm still up for whoever keeping score
'Till I'm running, 'till I'm running
'till the legs get sore (Get sore)
Covered in Givenchy, smelling like a bando
Say my pu**y magic, he call my sh!t Orlando
My baby think I'm Costco, he just want a sample
Put him on his knees and gave him more than he could handle
Say you gonna run up on who? I need proof (Proof)
These b!tches pussies, their mouths are too loose
Still know some neighbourhood boys who can shoot
I can put it on your head
And they can put you on the news (Woo-woo)
Pu**y so wet, he need an anchor (Woo-woo)
Where that b!tch talking sh!t? I wanna thank her (Woo-woo)
'Cause even though I don't f**k with you hoes
All the hating kept my eyes on the money like a banker (Woo-woo)

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Come baby, come baby, money make me come
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come baby, come baby, money make her come
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come baby, come baby, can you make me come?
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come baby, come baby, I can make you come
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it 'till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum?
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it 'till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Okay, so you wanna play rough, I'm reloaded
Okay, either get up off my cl!t or deep throat it
Y'all hoes out here working my nerves
Time to terminate the bird like a two-week notice
Mad I'm in my bag, but they sing my hits (Sing my hits)
If I had one, I'd tell y'all to suck my d!ck (Suck my d!ck)
Who you a b!tch and you a b!tch, check the fit, peep the drip
Check the score, we up six, put in work, never quit
MC Hammer, too legit, I'ma treat you like a trick
Throw that ass, I'ma make 'em throw it up, no bit
Still with them bougie as* b!tches who can shoot
I can put it on your head
And they could put you on the news (Woo-woo)
Shout out all the haters going cuckoo (Woo-woo)
'Cause I'm on that money train like choo-choo (Woo-woo)
He wanna stick it in my body like voodoo (Woo-woo)
'Cause the money make the kitty go who-who

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Come baby, come baby, money make me come
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come baby, come baby, money make her come
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come baby, come baby, can you make me come?
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come baby, come baby, I can make you come
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum?
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum

[Bridge: Iggy Azalea]
Bad b!tches to the front (Bad b!tches to the front)
Broke boys to the side (Broke boys to the side)
If I tell that boy, "Jump" (If I tell that boy, "Jump")
He better ask, "How high?" (He better ask, "How high?")
Bad b!tches to the front (Bad b!tches to the front)
Broke boys to the side (Broke boys to the side)
And if I tell that boy, "Jump" (Jump, jump)
He better ask, "How high?" (Woo)

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Come baby, come baby, money make me come
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come baby, come baby, money make her come
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come baby, come baby, can you make me come?
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come baby, come baby, I can make you come
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it 'till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum?
(Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it 'till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum