Money

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Here we go Money talks Here comes the money Money money Money money Money money Money money Money Dolla dolla Dolla dolla Ching ching Bling bling At the check out If you ain't talkin' money Then your talkin' don't matter Ching ching Bling bling Packin' pocket You make the dolla, dolla Can't a damn soul stop it Uhh Shock it Here comes the new kid on the block Hold all your bets Here's where the buck stops See First of all I'm steppin' out on my own 'Bout time I elevated to claim my own throne Success in my blood Call it home grown Roid 'reaking testosterone Power and money got me crazy, cocky No longer need ya poppy I know you're mad at me because you can't stop me And if you wonder how this player done scooped your honey I think she smelled on C'mon It's called brand new money Ain't a damn thing funny Pimpin' hood rats and Playboy Bunnies They see the Money money Money money Money money Money money Money They see it They see it Money money Money money Money money Money money Money Say what? Say what? Say what? Money I'm global dolla, dolla And roll without pitty I like to go out smellin' fresh And lookin' spiffy Don't like clean money I want my riches to be filthy 'Cause with that retirement fund I can't touch till I'm sixty So what am I supposed to do? Roll in two Stand there pattin' the pockets 'Till I'm stackin' only two Ching ching Bling bling Got the cash and loan Look 'cause I'm throwin' in the jackets And I'm sellin' 'em out of my trunk Whenever Whatever It takes a shake dolla dolla Although in that direction Wait a minute Holla holla All wants to know Where they go Where they went And I'm makin' just some money Smellin' just like a mint Money money Money money Money money Money money Money Uhh And if you can't see the money Get your eyes cleaned with Visine I need line clinches that ditches out and dancin' My children's chillin' the best never worse And if they never get the pebbles they got the rocks first There goes the lockets (ching, ching) they're mockin' They're rockin' My family's Christmas stocking's are shocking Fine women any matter no don't need them Whether call 'em "chicken" (whatever) Sunday get better I want more cookin' to bet this match lookin' My stock's on top your checks bounce while mine boogie Wrists are all muggin' chicks stop for my nuggets Looks like I gotta gang a fist in my pocket Here comes the money Fist in my Fist in my Fist in my pocket fist in my pocket Here comes the money Uh Money money Money money Money money Money money Money