DOM KENNEDY - Money Don’t Stop lyrics

[DOM KENNEDY - Money Don’t Stop lyrics]

Uh, I got a hundred on me thousand yeah!

I got big plans man that
Money need to switch hands
Stroke these girls good and shit
I got big hands set it out
You stressed out? We can let it out
Take ya shoes off right quick
Real leather couch tear it out
Yeah you know I'm finna wear it out
Light a nag champa in here
Just to air it out she call me Dominic
Main squeeze like the heimlich
I'm tryna get my money in full
It's no consignments
The smooth talker, fish stick moon walker
Till Johnny Walker, made me a lil offer
That's boss lingo
I ain't fuckin with you dingos
I'm tryna let my chest hair show
Playin' Bingo you small talk
I place bets from the ballpark
Showcase my talents and shit, at the artwalk
I'm showin class at the
Stripclub throwin bags
Cuz when you young you gon blow it fast, yahh

Let's sit back and count this money
Let's sit back and count this dough
Cuz the money don't stop, ya know?
Ya know? (ya know?) Ya know? (ya know?)
Let's sit back and count this money
Let's sit back and count this dough
Cuz the money don't stop, ya know?
Ya know? (ya know?) Ya know? (ya know?)

The lip syncer, barbecue, beer drinker
The clear thinker
"hold on nigga where my reefers!?"
The honey dipper, OPM money flipper
The rummy sipper, when I'm drunk
Tummy licker aH!
Cold sushi, in the dark watchin old movies
That Hundred Proof get me so woozy, UH!
The Wi-Fi work in the jacuzzi, UH!
I got a Spanish maid just to soothe me, AH!
See I really live my fantasy life
And I don't fuck with the panicky type
Nigga, I'm more the spanish
Villa canopy type
The front line, you gotta manage him right
Yeah, one day I'm tryna live the family life
I might be on Sean Hannity site
Yeah, we all can't live the vanity life
I know you niggas just a
Fan of me right?right

Let's sit back and count this money
Let's sit back and count this dough
Cuz the money don't stop, ya know?
Ya know? (ya know?) Ya know? (ya know?)
Let's sit back and count this money
Let's sit back and count this dough
Cuz the money don't stop, ya know?
Ya know? (ya know?) Ya know? (ya know?)

Champagne champagne! More Chardonnay
Mark Merlot south Cent-RAL! ahaha
France, this shit is French uh
Drink ya own shit
323 wassup, Westside get the money bruh
Bring ya own shit, drink ya own shit

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