Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - Money Flow lyrics

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Keep reachin' the top of this mountain
 So can what I do
 K Roc ain't go beg the believas
 I'm from where the prophets
 Niggas that a felt me
 Make a little rich with a thug (??) click
 K Roc ain't got no more
 I'm on top this shit though
 Check this place
 Am I came with Juice Man can scratch
 Tired of the scam
 Fucked up his chest
 Heavens gonna give me some
 Plus I'm on the dub
 They might know we on edge
 And why fuck the frown
 Wonder where gooby at
 Bitch if you suckin' that dick
 Prophet Posse we made it bitch
 K-Roc we rockin' wit empty (??)
 May kick in this shit that you can't understand
 To bad that bitch is a want to be killa
 We murder the bitch and fall out of the fame

 I got six digits on my bank statement, rock
 Ain't if you be like at coon
 The two behind the dot
 So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six
 I spend a hundred g-b's
 To I terrarize this click
 Can the cameras, bees in the trees
 Of my domain
 So I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that oozy man
 Go low mass Suburban, uh
 Go low mass and Impala, nuh
 I can brag for days
 But because you nosie hoes
 I'm stoppin' uh

 Bitch rest rest
 Out there finna crash like a lunatic
 Is it to them bitch
 If finna get em'
 Tricks with cataract
 Head back to bisac
 have they take him to woods
 Them goose ate his body
 The body's no good
 Now I would let them buck him
 But the hoe just make me sick
 Sick sick like a mad man
 When the woofers start blastin'
 Here yee, here yee don't you see
 I got that Three 6 Mafia here
 Were deeper than your faculty

 Chorus x4
 Sport (??) in the cemetery
 Were blowin' hard
 Cuase they don't know nothin'
 But the money for (??)

 I gotta get it
 While the gettin' is good
 Yeah, you know the motto bitch
 Out to set that chedder
 Cause it's better when you havin' shit
 Dollar signs is on my mind
 Look into my fuckin' eyes
 Gettin' you hypnotized
 Lettin' you know that Prophet is on the rise
 Why you fantasizin'
 Visualize me as you mrs.
 I'm somewhere on that mowett
 And smokin' blunts
 Is how I kick it
 So niggas recognize that in this here niggas
 So don't you see
 Comin' hard as thunder
 Ready to rumble
 What's it gonna be

 Come on a journey
 On to the world
 Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin'
 This house of Scarecrow make headin' to make it back home in the 21st
 century
 We niggas keep letchin' the duration
 The Three 6 (??) I punish
 Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave
 We leavin' no traces
 Were paperchasin'
 Don't maybe get to rockin'
 Whit this motherfuckin' stock and facin' to the stock
 And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop
 Know what they croppin'
 When we ride grand larceny tonight
 You best be slidin' through Three 6 murderers
 Creep form the black side
 I got this plan
 This plan to rob a man
 Tell him we got plenty of white
 Get a nigga a key of sand
 Take his fuckin' cheese
 Count them g's
 Then go overseas
 to them colongus make them drop it off
 Say nigga please
 Back to the hood
 With them good
 From my niggas dope
 Nothin' but the pure
 And that chronic that'll make you choke
 I'm stugglin' in that paperchase
 From day to day
 All in the crime
 For you niggas snitchin'
 Proppin' dimes
 I'm takin' care of mine

 Chorus x4
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Prophet Entertainment

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

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