Money Money Money DMX (Ft. Moneybagg Yo)
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[Intro: DMX & Moneybagg Yo]
Grr
C'mon (Go)
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo & DMX]
Ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all
A nigga showin' 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 Ms without a Adderall?" (Uh)
That's what they ask me, came up from nothin' now I'm established (Made)
Reach for these karats and get your ears stretched, silly rabbit (Played)
I'm a dog, all bite, no bark (Grr), no fear in my heart
Lambo truck with the stars, I paid two hundred some' large
Money, bitches and chains (Ice), niggas jackin' the slang
Rose gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain (Pipin')
Rolls-Royce Cullinan today 'cause it might rain (C'mon)
That shit came with an umbrella, trap jumpin' like Coachella (Woo)
I'm sippin' 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, I'm quarter backin'
We be talkin' slick so charges don't stick, never lackin' (C'mon)
[Chorus: DMX]
Money, money, money (Uh), bitches, bitches, bitches (What?)
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 (Raow)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo)
Grr
C'mon (Go)
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo & DMX]
Ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all
A nigga showin' 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 Ms without a Adderall?" (Uh)
That's what they ask me, came up from nothin' now I'm established (Made)
Reach for these karats and get your ears stretched, silly rabbit (Played)
I'm a dog, all bite, no bark (Grr), no fear in my heart
Lambo truck with the stars, I paid two hundred some' large
Money, bitches and chains (Ice), niggas jackin' the slang
Rose gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain (Pipin')
Rolls-Royce Cullinan today 'cause it might rain (C'mon)
That shit came with an umbrella, trap jumpin' like Coachella (Woo)
I'm sippin' 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, I'm quarter backin'
We be talkin' slick so charges don't stick, never lackin' (C'mon)
[Chorus: DMX]
Money, money, money (Uh), bitches, bitches, bitches (What?)
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 (Raow)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo)
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