Money Come (Remix) Iggy Azalea & Ivorian Doll (Ft. Big Boss Vette)

[Intro: K7]
Bounce, come on, bounce
Bounce, come on, bounce
Bounce, come on, bounce
Bounce, come on, bounce

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Have you ever seen five bad bitches at your door? (Door)
All black masks like a fuckin' luchador ('Dor)
Bitch, I'm still up for whoever keepin' score
Tell 'em run it, tell 'em run it till their legs get sore (Get sore)
Covered in Givenchy, smellin' like a bando
Say my pussy magic, he call my shit Orlando
My baby think I'm Costco, he just want a sample
Put him on his knees and gave him more than he could handlе
Say you gonna run up on who? I need proof (Proof)
These bitches pussiеs, 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)
Pussy so wet, he need an anchor (Woo-woo)
Where that bitch talkin' shit? I wanna thank her (Woo-woo)
'Cause even though I don't fuck with you hoes
All the hatin' kept my eyes on the money like a banker (Woo-woo)

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea, Lord Afrixana & K7]
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 (Bounce, come on, bounce)