Lirik Lagu Money Flow - Three 6 Mafia
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So many my niggasKeep reachin' the top of this mountainSo can what I doK Roc ain't go beg the believasI'm from where the prophetsNiggas that a felt meMake a little rich with a thug (??) clickK Roc ain't got no moreI'm on top this shit thoughCheck this placeAm I came with Juice Man can scratchTired of the scamFucked up his chestHeavens gonna give me somePlus I'm on the dubThey might know we on edgeAnd why fuck the frownWonder where gooby atBitch if you suckin' that dickProphet Posse we made it bitchK-Roc we rockin' wit empty (??)May kick in this shit that you can't understandTo bad that bitch is a want to be killaWe murder the bitch and fall out of the fame
I got six digits on my bank statement, rockAin't if you be like at coonThe two behind the dotSo how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the sixI spend a hundred g-b'sTo I terrarize this clickCan the cameras, bees in the treesOf my domainSo I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that oozy manGo low mass Suburban, uhGo low mass and Impala, nuhI can brag for daysBut because you nosie hoesI'm stoppin' uh
Bitch rest restOut there finna crash like a lunaticIs it to them bitchIf finna get em'Tricks with cataractHead back to bisachave they take him to woodsThem goose ate his bodyThe body's no goodNow I would let them buck himBut the hoe just make me sickSick sick like a mad manWhen the woofers start blastin'Here yee, here yee don't you seeI got that Three 6 Mafia hereWere deeper than your faculty
Chorus x4Sport (??) in the cemeteryWere blowin' hardCuase they don't know nothin'But the money for (??)
I gotta get itWhile the gettin' is goodYeah, you know the motto bitchOut to set that chedderCause it's better when you havin' shitDollar signs is on my mindLook into my fuckin' eyesGettin' you hypnotizedLettin' you know that Prophet is on the riseWhy you fantasizin'Visualize me as you mrs.I'm somewhere on that mowettAnd smokin' bluntsIs how I kick itSo niggas recognize that in this here niggasSo don't you seeComin' hard as thunderReady to rumbleWhat's it gonna be
Come on a journeyOn to the worldOr do you know about where the nigga be hearin'This house of Scarecrow make headin' to make it back home in the 21stcenturyWe niggas keep letchin' the durationThe Three 6 (??) I punishYour facin' the ready to place the grace behaveWe leavin' no tracesWere paperchasin'Don't maybe get to rockin'Whit this motherfuckin' stock and facin' to the stockAnd open seseme my forty thieves done a chopKnow what they croppin'When we ride grand larceny tonightYou best be slidin' through Three 6 murderersCreep form the black sideI got this planThis plan to rob a manTell him we got plenty of whiteGet a nigga a key of sandTake his fuckin' cheeseCount them g'sThen go overseasto them colongus make them drop it offSay nigga pleaseBack to the hoodWith them goodFrom my niggas dopeNothin' but the pureAnd that chronic that'll make you chokeI'm stugglin' in that paperchaseFrom day to dayAll in the crimeFor you niggas snitchin'Proppin' dimesI'm takin' care of mine
Chorus x4
I got six digits on my bank statement, rockAin't if you be like at coonThe two behind the dotSo how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the sixI spend a hundred g-b'sTo I terrarize this clickCan the cameras, bees in the treesOf my domainSo I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that oozy manGo low mass Suburban, uhGo low mass and Impala, nuhI can brag for daysBut because you nosie hoesI'm stoppin' uh
Bitch rest restOut there finna crash like a lunaticIs it to them bitchIf finna get em'Tricks with cataractHead back to bisachave they take him to woodsThem goose ate his bodyThe body's no goodNow I would let them buck himBut the hoe just make me sickSick sick like a mad manWhen the woofers start blastin'Here yee, here yee don't you seeI got that Three 6 Mafia hereWere deeper than your faculty
Chorus x4Sport (??) in the cemeteryWere blowin' hardCuase they don't know nothin'But the money for (??)
I gotta get itWhile the gettin' is goodYeah, you know the motto bitchOut to set that chedderCause it's better when you havin' shitDollar signs is on my mindLook into my fuckin' eyesGettin' you hypnotizedLettin' you know that Prophet is on the riseWhy you fantasizin'Visualize me as you mrs.I'm somewhere on that mowettAnd smokin' bluntsIs how I kick itSo niggas recognize that in this here niggasSo don't you seeComin' hard as thunderReady to rumbleWhat's it gonna be
Come on a journeyOn to the worldOr do you know about where the nigga be hearin'This house of Scarecrow make headin' to make it back home in the 21stcenturyWe niggas keep letchin' the durationThe Three 6 (??) I punishYour facin' the ready to place the grace behaveWe leavin' no tracesWere paperchasin'Don't maybe get to rockin'Whit this motherfuckin' stock and facin' to the stockAnd open seseme my forty thieves done a chopKnow what they croppin'When we ride grand larceny tonightYou best be slidin' through Three 6 murderersCreep form the black sideI got this planThis plan to rob a manTell him we got plenty of whiteGet a nigga a key of sandTake his fuckin' cheeseCount them g'sThen go overseasto them colongus make them drop it offSay nigga pleaseBack to the hoodWith them goodFrom my niggas dopeNothin' but the pureAnd that chronic that'll make you chokeI'm stugglin' in that paperchaseFrom day to dayAll in the crimeFor you niggas snitchin'Proppin' dimesI'm takin' care of mine
Chorus x4
