DMX - Money Money Money Lyrics

Money Money Money

DMX

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DMX Money Money Money Lyrics. Money Money Money Sung By American Artist On Exodus Album. Money Money Money Song Is American Pop Song Labeled By Def Jam Recordings. Money Money Money Russian Lyrics.

DMX MONEY MONEY MONEY INFO

Song : Money Money Money

Artist : DMX

Album : Exodus

Lebel : Def Jam Recordings

Language : English

Release Date : 2021.05.28

DMX 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 fuck 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 bitches 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 shit 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 bitch 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

Bitches, bitches, bitches

All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches)

A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches

Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo, c'mon!)

Money, money, money (Money)

Bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches)

All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Rragh!)

A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches

Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch 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

Bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches)

All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches

A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches

Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo)

Money, money, money

Bitches, bitches, bitches

All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches

A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches

Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo)