A$$ by Teflon Big Morgy M Lyrics
Hook:
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
Verse 1:
I got the money I’m just rollin’
You are so jealous of the cash that I’m dollin’
Gotta put my head down cuz the cops patrollin’
All of my moolah needs to be measured with a rulah
After i’m done countin stacks Imma jump up in the poolah
You wish you were coolah
You could never be coolah
No one can be coolah than Teflon
Right Ladies
Yeah he’s smooth like revlon
I’m counting Stacks
I’m counting Racks
I’m spittin’ dough
Star of the show
Haters can go
Bubba Gump Shrimp Co
You’re on death row
My favourite bird is a crow
Hook:
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
Verse 2:
I’ve got wealth
And good health
When did I become a man?
On my twelth
Birthday
I’ll give you a hand
If you have more than a million grand
That’s my bank balance
A million grand, A million grand
I got more than a trillion bands
All of my clothes are Gucci Brand
300 rings are on my hand
Compared to me your hands are bland
I’m so rich
I’m so rich
I look at my balance and I’m like son of a, gun
Gun
One
Bun
Bun
Buns are made out of dough
Kinda like me, made out of dough
Like money
Get it?
Honey?
Sweet as sugar
Like my rhymes
Please try not to get left behind
Hook:
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
Verse 1:
I got the money I’m just rollin’
You are so jealous of the cash that I’m dollin’
Gotta put my head down cuz the cops patrollin’
All of my moolah needs to be measured with a rulah
After i’m done countin stacks Imma jump up in the poolah
You wish you were coolah
You could never be coolah
No one can be coolah than Teflon
Right Ladies
Yeah he’s smooth like revlon
I’m counting Stacks
I’m counting Racks
I’m spittin’ dough
Star of the show
Haters can go
Bubba Gump Shrimp Co
You’re on death row
My favourite bird is a crow
Hook:
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
Verse 2:
I’ve got wealth
And good health
When did I become a man?
On my twelth
Birthday
I’ll give you a hand
If you have more than a million grand
That’s my bank balance
A million grand, A million grand
I got more than a trillion bands
All of my clothes are Gucci Brand
300 rings are on my hand
Compared to me your hands are bland
I’m so rich
I’m so rich
I look at my balance and I’m like son of a, gun
Gun
One
Bun
Bun
Buns are made out of dough
Kinda like me, made out of dough
Like money
Get it?
Honey?
Sweet as sugar
Like my rhymes
Please try not to get left behind
Hook:
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching
I got a Cha-ching, Cha-ching, ching