[Ludacris]
Ciara on the track and she from the, the (A)
Ludacris once again and I'm from the, the (A)
Ciara, Ludacris and we gon rep that (A)
Let's Go

[Ciara]
See me in the club rocking Christian Louboutin
I should be a Iraq shawty, cause I am the bomb
I got a million-dollar house on my earlobe
Boy I know you want it, but what do you got on it?

You know me
See the Vuittons all on my rim
You know me
Yeah we all singers but I'm not quite like them
You know me
If he's a buster then you won't see me with him
Yeah I know you want it, but what do you got on it?

[Chorus:]
Cause I'm high price
Better have on a hot pair of Nikes,
Better buy me anything I like
Cause I'm already holding, holding
High price
Better have on a hot pair of Nikes,
Better buy me anything I like
Cause I'm already holding, holding

Already,
Already (holding)
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah Already (holding)
I got money,
I, I, I got (Money)
Already holding (Already holding)

[Ciara]
See me in the drop-head, fresh up out the hair salon
Booty look softer than a McDonald's hamburger bun
I got the edible dessert on my wrist
Please believe I'm a ten, yeah shawty I'm the shit

You know me
See the Vuittons all on my rim
You know me
Yeah we all singers but I'm not quite like them
You know me
If he's a buster then you won't see me with him
Yeah I know you want it, but what do you got on it?

[Chorus]

Already,
Already (holding)
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah Already (holding)
I got money,
I, I, I got (Money)
Already holding (Already holding)

[Ludacris]
Now you can have anything that you want
And I'ma keep throwing ya, throwing ya, throwing ya stacks
Do everything that he want
Just keep throwing it, throwing it, throwing it back
I'm holding, holding a hundred grand in my left hand
Rocks with the right
285 horses, drop-top Porsche's
Yep I box through the night
Floatin' like a butterfly
Sting like a bee for my honey pie
I'm Southern-Fly
Soon as CiCi sees me
She sings me a lullaby
And other guys can't match up to my bank account
And its hard to see
How I don't work hard for the money
But my money works hard for me (me!)
Let's go on a shopping spree to an expensive place
Then I lick you up and I lick you down
Cause I love your expensive taste
So sweet, Yes bon appetite'
I'm a freak, you can see me smilin'
Took the money that I got from the verse
Flew me and CiCi to the Fiji Islands
Wildin' all on the beach
All in the sheets, preach!
Straight shots of saki,
I'll speaks for my team,
No paparazzi you freaks
Big plans
And you know what they say about a man with big hands
And my woman is my number-one fan Hot damn!

[Chorus]

Already,
Already (holding)
Already (holding)
I got money,
I, I, I got (Money)
Already holding (Already holding)

[Ludacris]
Ciara on the track and she from the, the (A)
Ludacris once again and I'm from the, the (A)
Ciara, Ludacris and we gon rep that (A)
Let's Go

Writer : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER / STEWART, CHRISTOPHER / NASH, TERIUS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.