Shane McMahon - Here Come The Money | Текст песни

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• Here Come The Money

Here Comes The Money

Here We Go

Money Talks

Here Comes The Money

Chorus

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

(Chorus)

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