Here Comes The Money

Here We Go 

Money Talks

Here Comes The Money



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Money,Money,Money,Money,Money,Money,Money,Money,Money



Dolla,Dolla Dolla,Dolla



Ching Ching Bling Bling Cut The Chatter 

If You Ain't Talking Money Then Your Talking Don't Matter

Ching Ching Bling Bling 

Patting Pockets 

We Take The Dolla Dolla Can't A Damn Stop It 

Shock It

Here Comes The New Kid On The Block

Hold all ya 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

Pores reakin' testosterone

Power and money's got my crazy cocky

No longer need you papi

I Know You're Mad Because You Can't Stop Me 

And if you wonder how this playa done scopped ya honey

I think she smelled my cologne, it's called brand new money

Making a move ain't a damn thing funny

Went from pimpin' hood rats to Playboy bunnies

They See The....



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I'm A Global Dolla Dolla A Roll Without  Fitting 

I Like To Go Out smelling Fresh And Looking Spiffy

I Dont't Like Clean Money I Want My Wrist To Be Filthy

Pops, With Every Time It's Fun i Can't Touch Until I'm Sixy



So what am I supposed to do, rollin' through

And Their Patting The Pockets Until I'm Stuck Holding You 

Ching Ching Bling Bling Cashing Cash Lumps 

In A Four Whell Getting A Jacket I'm Selling 'Em Out My Trunk



Whatever Whenever It Takes A Shake Down a Dolla Dolla 

And Throw It In MY Direction Holla Holla

All Want To Know Where They Go When They're Winning 

I Make The Marshel Money Smelling Juat Like A Mint 



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If You Can't See The Money Get Your Eyes Cleaned With Visine

I Need Fine Things I Shop At Seven Digits At A Time See

Cheering Chilling The Best Never Worst

We Never Got The Pebbles We Got The Rocks First



Make Bank Volts Locking Ching Ching 

We Mocking We Rocking 

My Families Christmas Stockings Are Shocking 

Find Women Any Weather Naughty Dinners Whatever

Sun, I Get Better 



I'm One Smart Cookie That Bets And Smacks Rookies 

My Stocks Are On Top 

Your Checks Bounce While Mine Boogy

Wrists I Must Rock It Chicks Stop And I Knock It 

Cash It Looks Like I Got A Gang Of Fists In My Pocket

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