Money Money Money Lyrics
Rrr
C'mon!
Go, ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all
A n*gga showed me how to go get it, that's somethin' I can't recall (What?)
How you never did nothing for me but tell me one for all?
How the f*** you run up all them M's without an adderall?
That's what they ask me, came up from nothin' now I'ma stab it (Made)
Reach for these karats and get your ears hit silly rabbit (Played)
I'm a dog, all bite, no bark (Rrr)
No flip my heart
Lambo truck with the stars I paid 200 some odd
Money b*tches and chains (Ice)
N*ggas jackin' the slang
Rolls Gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain (Pipin')
Rolls Royce, Cullinan today cus it might rain (C'mon!)
That shit came with an umbrella
Club jumpin' like Coachella (Woo!)
I'm sleepin' on some clean, half my money still dirty (Woah)
They know I got a b*tch but these girls still flirtin' (So?)
I'm in the field pissed, feel like Mike Vick (Quarter back)
We be talkin' slick so charger never spit, never lack (C'mon!)
Money, Money, Money
B*tches, b*tches, b*tches
All these f*cking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches)
A dollar ain't got a f*cking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo, c'mon!)
Money, Money, Money (Money)
B*tches, b*tches, b*tches (B*tches)
All these f*cking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Rragh!)
A dollar ain't got a f*cking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b*tch is (Woo)
When the dog get hungry the dog gon' eat
When I slide my plate right under a n*gga feet
Like the lines in the road, I get down in the street
Come through like brrat, put them cats to sleep
Stay with the heat cook n*ggas, shook n*ggas
Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook n*ggas
We off the hook n*gga, everybody lit
Everybody get down 'cause my niggas flip
Jake niggas, fake niggas, snake niggas
Make n*ggas, rape n*ggas I hate niggas
Talking that riff raff, get bad (What?)
They call me extortion, n*gga, I get half (Woo)
Money, Money, Money
B*tches, b*tches, b*tches (B*tches)
All these f*cking killers, but the jail's full of snitches
A dollar ain't got a f*cking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b*tch is (woo)
Money, Money, Money
B*tches, b*tches, b*tches
All these f*cking killers, but the jail's full of snitches
A dollar ain't got a f*cking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b*tch is (woo)
Song Details
Singer : DMX
Album : EXODUS
Lyrics : DMX, Moneybagg Yo
EXODUS (Tracklist)
1. That's My Dog
2. Bath Salts
3. Dogs Out
4. Money Money Money
5. Hold Me Down
6. Skyscrapers
7. Stick Up Skit
8. Hood Blues
9. Take Control
10. Walking in the Rain
11. Exodus Skit
12. Letter to My Son (Call Your Father)
13. Prayer (Exodus)
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