Money Money Money

Money Money Money Lyrics

Rrr
C'mon!

Go, ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all
A nigga 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**k 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 issue 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**ches and chains (Ice)
Niggas jackin' the slang
Rolls Gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain (Pipin')
Rolls Royce, Cullinan today cus it might rain (C'mon!)
That sh*t 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**ch but these hoes still flirtin' (So?)
I'm in the field p**sed, feel like Mike Vick quarter backin'
We be talkin' slick so charger never spit, never lackin' (C'mon!)

Money, money, money
b**ches, b**ches, b**ches
All these f**king killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches)
A dollar ain't got a f**king thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b**ch is (Woo, c'mon!)
Money, money, money (Money)
b**ches, b**ches, b**ches (b**ches)
All these f**king killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Rragh!)
A dollar ain't got a f**king thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b**ch is (Woo)

When the dog get hungry the dog gon' eat
When I slide my plate right under a nigga 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 niggas, shook niggas
Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook niggas
We off the hook nigga, everybody strip
Everybody get down 'cause my niggas flip
Jake niggas, fake niggas, snake niggas
Make niggas, rape niggas I hate niggas
Talking that riff raff, get bad (What?)
They call me extortion, nigga, I get half (Woo)

Money, money, money
b**ches, b**ches, b**ches (b**ches)
All these f**king killers, but the jail's full of snitches
A dollar ain't got a f**king thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b**ch is (woo)
Money, money, money
b**ches, b**ches, b**ches
All these f**king killers, but the jail's full of snitches
A dollar ain't got a f**king thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b**ch is (woo)