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Kash Doll – Doin Too Much Lyrics

(Bitch, pipe down)
You bitch, that’s who, ha, ha
You ain’t doin’ enough (Bitch, pipe down)
Me, bitch that’s who
And guess who ain’t doin’ enough? Play this song
[Intro]
Siri play Kash Doll, “Doin Too Much”
Ha, ha
Good job, 1st
Hey, hey
[Chorus]
She like, Kash
Bitch, you doing too much
I’m like shut up ho
Ho you ain’t doing enough
Oh, you fucking mad
That’s too fucking bad
Since you fucking asked
I like doing too much
[Verse 1]
Look
20 inch heels, like I’m Lady Gaga
Might get Chanel tatted right here on my cha-cha
Big ass titties like I’m Dolly Parton
Living La Vida Loca, like I’m Ricky Martin
Pussy pink, Tesla, I ain’t gotta park it
Can’t fuck a NBA nigga, if he ain’t starting
Huh, period, they like she can’t be serious
They see that plane interior, they wanna know who Lear it is
[Chorus]
She like, Kash (Uh)
Bitch, you doing too much (Yeah)
I’m like shut up ho (Ho)
Ho you ain’t doing enough (Yeah)
Oh, you fucking mad
That’s too fucking bad
Since you fucking asked
I like doing too much
[Verse 2]
I’m obsessed with myself
Bitch, I make love to myself
I put this money over niggas, I’m in love with my wealth
Wear these ghetto ass nails like I’m Flo Jo
Work his balls while I throw it back in slow mo
I just bought a hunnid acres, I might build a mall
My ceilings disappear, I make that bitch dissolve
Got a white billionaire, nigga named Paul
He told me that he love me I ain’t got no flaws
[Chorus]
She like, Kash
Bitch, you doing too much (What?)
I’m like shut up ho (Ho)
Ho you ain’t doing enough (Yeah)
Oh, you fucking mad (Yeah)
That’s too fucking bad (Aah)
Since you fucking asked (Yeah)
I like doing too much
[Bridge]
Can’t pronounce the label you ain’t fluent enough
Only want me to turn down ’cause you ain’t doin’ enough
I count up all these hunnids while I’m doin’ too much
Bitch, bitch, pipe down, you ain’t doin’ enough
[Chorus]
She like, Kash (Bitch)
Bitch, you doing too much (What?)
I’m like shut up ho (Ho)
Ho you ain’t doing enough (That’s right)
Oh, you fucking mad (Ha)
That’s too fucking bad (Aah)
Since you fucking asked (Ha, ha, ha)
I like doing too much (Bitch)
[Outro]
Look (Bitch, pipe down)
Bitch, you need to let that jealousy ball off your muthafuckin’ shoulder ’cause guess who gon’ be doin’ too much?

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Bruno Mars – Billionaire

I wanna be a billionaire so freakin’ bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen

Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
Yeah, a different city every night oh right
I swear the world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire

Yeah I would have a show like Oprah
I would be the host of, everyday Christmas
Give Travie a wish list
I’d probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
And adopt a bunch of babies that ain’t never had shit
Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this
And last but not least grant somebody their last wish
It’s been a couple months that I’ve been single so
You can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho
Get it, hehe, I’d probably visit where Katrina hit
And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did
Yeah can’t forget about me stupid
Everywhere I go Imma have my own theme music

Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh right
I swear the world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire
Oh ooh oh ooh for when I’m a billionaire
Oh ooh oh ooh for when I’m a billionaire

I’ll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking on his delegates
Then I’ll compliment him on his political etiquette
Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the five, twenties tens and bens completely separate
And yeah I’ll be in a whole new tax bracket
We in recession but let me take a crack at it
I’ll probably take whatever’s left and just split it up
So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
Eating good sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket pull out your wallet
And put it in the air and sing

I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin’ bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night all right
I swear the world better prepare for when I’m a billionaire
Oh ooh oh ooh for when I’m a billionaire
Oh ooh oh ooh for when I’m a billionaire

I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin’ bad!