My Money Don’t Jiggle Jiggle It Folds Song Lyrics. My money doesn’t jiggle, jiggle, it folds I wanna see you wiggle, wiggle, for sure It makes me wanna dribble, dribble, you know Riding in my Fiat. Explore this song lyrics below. Show Artists: Louis Theroux,
Duke & Jones You have to have something that sticks [Chorus] My money don’t jiggle, jiggle, it
folds Six feet two in a compact, no slack [Verse] I sip booze from chalices, holding my palaces (They can’t arrest me, they can’t arrest me) (I like to see you wiggle, it makes me dribble, fancy a fiddle?) [Chorus] My money don’t jiggle, jiggle, it folds [Outro] (I like to see you wiggle, it makes me dribble, fancy a fiddle?)
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It worked even more swiftly and completely than last time. Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it. And you were the last thing, she breathed into my ear, her hands clawing gently at my back.You were the last thing she saw. How good that was for her. No, she said.Bring it back I couldn't quite figure this out, why the hair had come of its own, but that was the whole story so far, my body came on its own, and in its own form. One lapse in my will, one drifting into pride in my physical self, and the hair had come. Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it. A rain of doubts descended on me. Let me see you without your clothes, she said. She reached for buttons, but I gestured there was no need. I stood up and back from her. But I had to do it. What was the point of warning her that I might dissolve in the process? I was going to do it. It's all drugs, my love, she said, as though feeling my wonder. She kissed my beard, kissing it along the bone of my jaw.It's hormones and modern science; I have a woman's chemicals inside me, that's all. They can make me look young, but they can't save my life. Well, she loved it. I took a long breath, feeling the toll of all this changing and magic, but I was as hard as a statue for her. I wanted to pounce on her. Instead I let her bury her face in the hair of my chest, and kiss my nipples, and the pleasure went right to my loins. Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it. I kissed her and held her, my hands free and rough over her thighs and stealing into the secret crevice, to feel there the firmness of a young woman's secret body. Chemicals, was it? Modern science? Not an electric light burned in the place. It was the dreamiest darkness. Not an electric light burned in the place. It was the dreamiest darkness. I took her breasts in my hands, enchanted by their smallness, their delicacy. So pink, girlish pink. A rain of doubts descended on me. I looked down for the first time on my own chest, pubic hair, erect organ. I was too happy for humility, and to feel the sinews in my arms tighten was to be among living things, and surely some of those things must be good things. I kissed her and held her, my hands free and rough over her thighs and stealing into the secret crevice, to feel there the firmness of a young woman's secret body. Chemicals, was it? Modern science? Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it. It was like fruit between her legs, like peaches or plums, it was just wet enough. I brought my fingers to my nostrils. I stretched out my arms and looked up at the sky. Though suddenly aware of a fatigue from all the night's tricks, I nevertheless told my clothes to assemble themselves nearby and await my command. I would be naked. I kissed her and held her, my hands free and rough over her thighs and stealing into the secret crevice, to feel there the firmness of a young woman's secret body. Chemicals, was it? Modern science? It was like fruit between her legs, like peaches or plums, it was just wet enough. I brought my fingers to my nostrils. It worked even more swiftly and completely than last time. Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it. Where did the rap my money don't jiggle jiggle come from?It's originally from a 2000 episode of the documentary series Louis Theroux's Weird Weekends, in which he performs a rap on-air at a New Orleans radio station, including the “My money don't jiggle jiggle” line. The season 3 episode is titled “Rap.”
Where is the jiggle jiggle song from?"Jiggle Jiggle" is a 2022 single by British-American journalist and documentary maker Louis Theroux, produced by Manchester-based DJ duo (Isaac McKelvey and Luke Conibear) Duke & Jones.
Who wrote my money don't jiggle jiggle it folds?As for the inspiration for the lyrics? "Jiggle," "wiggle" and "dribble" apparently came to Theroux in the shower, according to Weird Weekends. On the show, one of the rappers who helped Theroux write the track elaborated about the rap's iconic opening line, "My money don't jiggle, jiggle, it folds."
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