Amanama (Dennci Remix)

[Intro: Timati]

Black Star, DJ Antoine, yeah, here we go now

[Verse 1: Pitbull]

Go ahead, jiggly jiggly baby

Let me see you just jiggly jiggly baby

Let me jump behind you

While you jiggly jiggly

Get your leg whoopin'

With double dribblin', Mmm

Now that's what I'm talkin' about

Licky, licky, sticky, sticky, then

I walk into my house

Hey, let me rally in your face

Call work, let them know

You gon' be late

Yin yang, they my dogs

But I don't wait

Two fiends, baby, I don't wait

Got a girl, it's cool, baby, I don't hate

One pound, let me show you how to dictate

Men know a girl, show me what you're workin' with

Men know a girl, show me what you're workin' with

[Verse 2: Timati]

Money I make, pockets can’t break

Pop champagne, everything’s straight

First class trips, high class chicks

Men selling cars, high class whips

We fall so hard in a shopping mall

Price tags we never look it all

Pay cash, or check or credit card

It don’t matter dogh cause we go!!!!!t it all

We do it big never small

I don’t say too much cause money talks

So going to check you at us

Used to be staying at the Palms Atlantis

Smocking shish with shish

Stacey, Alyssa, Tracey, Teresa

Turn the whole town, I want to believe in

Auuuu let’s go

[Chorus: Timati]

If it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

If it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

And if it ain’t ’bout money, It don’t make sense

And I’m just trying to get me some of their friends and dance

And go like money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

If it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

And if it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

And if it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

And if it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

And I’m just trying to get me some of their friends and dance

And go like money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

If it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

[Verse 3: Timati]

Yes, you should be very impressed

When I pull up at in sea in my private jet

Million dollar wrist wear, I never stress

Spending money, ’cause every other day I collect

More money than we got palm trees

Cash days in my pocket like car keys

Can’t keep these model chicks on me

Rolls Royce, Lamborghini and Ferrari

I carry my chicks in these

They’re all living it good, getting whatever they need

I say to prepare, that’s why I put them in the street

I got money like that, yes indeed

I have to shut them all down ’cause we owned it

If you wanna do it big, look at how we’re rolling

Bugatti EB made out of gold

And it does what it told you to go down

Auuuu let’s go

[Chorus: Timati]

If it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

If it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

And if it ain’t ’bout money, It don’t make sense

And I’m just trying to get me some of their friends and dance

And go like money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

If it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

And if it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

And if it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

And if it ain’t ’bout money, it don’t make sense

And I’m just trying to get me some of their friends and dance

And go like money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

And we’d be getting money money money

Uh yeah