Lyrics of 'Money Mae' by Lauriana Mae

Let's call it a stick up, let's call it a show down
Miss money mae came to shut it down
Everybody on your feet when the beat drop
Let me see the girls take the booty down
I'm up in this thing, I'm all classy shit
Ice top glass with my champagne pouring in
Two sips, booty shaking my hips
To the rhythm of the beat that '
It's getting hot under the spotlight
We in this club paint house dressed in white
Like diddy, baby can you dig it?
This is how we do it when we come to your city

Miss money, money, money mae
Miss money, money, money mae
Clean a job, your car, clean a home that k
Drop a couple stacks in my hand
Miss money, money, money mae
Miss money, money, money mae
Clean a job, your car, clean a home that k
Drop a couple stacks in my hand

Let's call it a robber 'cause I came to take shit
Bet 'em big boys, yeah, that's my target
They call me a killer back in jersey
The way I murder on the chopper, I'm dirty
Real gangsta
I see you bumping to the beat and I think, yeah
Put your hands up, let me see you wave 'em
We got it looking like a hostage situation

Miss money, money, money mae
Miss money, money, money mae
Clean a job, your car, clean a home that k
Drop a couple stacks in my hand
Miss money, money, money mae
Miss money, money, money mae
Clean a job, your car, clean a home that k
Drop a couple stacks in my hand

Let's slow it down right here while I catch my breath and breathe
I got my eye on big boy across the room and I can feel him watching me
Usually I call the shots but I can tell he packing heat
I need a boss that can help me set this of
Come on, let's get this money

Miss money, money, money mae
Miss money, money, money mae
Clean a job, your car, clean a home that k
Drop a couple stacks in my hand
Miss money, money, money mae
Miss money, money, money mae
Clean a job, your car, clean a home that k
Drop a couple stacks in my hand