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Vally Love - Where the Money? Lyrics



Vally Love - Where the Money? Lyrics
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Man she don't really care about what I gotta
What I gotta say, what I gotta show
She just want one thang
Oh my God
She don't want a man to hold the door
She don't want a man with personality
All she really care about is dough
The money is her favorite you can hear her scream
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Don't come her way if you ain't talking bout that green out your mouth
The money make her horny, she a feign for the count
It better be in cash, with a mean ass amount
Cause she just tryna spend it on that Neiman account
She always screaming cream
Cash rules everything around me
Made for this shit, that's why she working in accounting
She ain't tryna fall in love, she said that shit was drowning
All she want is money, cause it never have her frowning
Get your digits up
She don't give a f*ck
Got an appetite for green, and she ain't talking bout no veggies bruh
Don't play with her money, she ain't scared to make a scene
See all she want is comas, you can tell it how she scream
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
She got the juice now
She got her loot now
She got the Birkin bag, and got the matching boots now
She got her nails done
She got her hair slayed
She got her flight booked
It took a trip to L.A
She party with the stars
She on the walk of fame
She never let a nigga make her do the walk of shame
She eating hella good
She got expensive taste
Yeah she a monster when she got some lobster on her plate
They begging at her heels
They asking what's yo name
They in the dm's going crazy tryna spit some game
Shawty ain't even fazed
So she just sit and laugh
And you won't get her attention if it ain't about the cash
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
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English

Man she don't really care about what I gotta
What I gotta say, what I gotta show
She just want one thang
Oh my God
She don't want a man to hold the door
She don't want a man with personality
All she really care about is dough
The money is her favorite you can hear her scream
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Don't come her way if you ain't talking bout that green out your mouth
The money make her horny, she a feign for the count
It better be in cash, with a mean ass amount
Cause she just tryna spend it on that Neiman account
She always screaming cream
Cash rules everything around me
Made for this shit, that's why she working in accounting
She ain't tryna fall in love, she said that shit was drowning
All she want is money, cause it never have her frowning
Get your digits up
She don't give a f*ck
Got an appetite for green, and she ain't talking bout no veggies bruh
Don't play with her money, she ain't scared to make a scene
See all she want is comas, you can tell it how she scream
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
She got the juice now
She got her loot now
She got the Birkin bag, and got the matching boots now
She got her nails done
She got her hair slayed
She got her flight booked
It took a trip to L.A
She party with the stars
She on the walk of fame
She never let a nigga make her do the walk of shame
She eating hella good
She got expensive taste
Yeah she a monster when she got some lobster on her plate
They begging at her heels
They asking what's yo name
They in the dm's going crazy tryna spit some game
Shawty ain't even fazed
So she just sit and laugh
And you won't get her attention if it ain't about the cash
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
Where the money at
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Writer: LaVal Carmel
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Vally Love
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: LaVal Carmel

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