Duke , Jones - My Money Don't Jiggle Jiggle It Folds

My money don't jiggle, jiggle, it folds

I like to see you wiggle, wiggle, for sure

It makes me want to dribble, dribble, you know

Riding in my Fiat, you really have to see it

Six-feet-two in a compact, no slack

But luckily the seats go back

I got a knack to relax in my mind

Sipping some red, red wine



Shepherd's Bush, my compact push

Notting Hill Gate, my Fiat skate

With a crate of Cabernet, but not today

Because I gotta drive, I wanna stay alive

Not 'cause it's illicit, do I have to get explicit?

As a matter of fact, I sip on the yak

With Big and Reecе, 200 diamonds in their piece

I'm trying to gеt mine, so I can shine