DMX – Money Money Money Lyrics
Artist: DMX
Song: Money Money Money
Rrr
C’mon!
Go, ain’t no such thing as enough money, I want it all
A n#gg# 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#ck 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#tches and chains (Ice)
n#gg#s 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#tch but these hoes still flirtin’ (So?)
I’m in the field pissed, feel like Mike Vick quarter backin’
We be talkin’ slick so charger never spit, never lackin’ (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 b#tch 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#gg# 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#gg#s, shook n#gg#s
Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook n#gg#s
We off the hook n#gg#, everybody strip
Everybody get down ’cause my n#gg#s flip
Jake n#gg#s, fake n#gg#s, snake n#gg#s
Make n#gg#s, rape n#gg#s I hate n#gg#s
Talking that riff raff, get bad (What?)
They call me extortion, n#gg#, 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)
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From the album:
Hip Hop Heroes
Release Year: 2017