Naughty By Nature - Here Comes the Money (Shane McMahon) lyrics

Here comes the money (here we go, money talk)
Here comes the money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money

Ching ching, bling bling, cut the chatter
You ain't talking money
Then your talking don't matter
Ching ching, bling bling, pattin' pockets
You make the dolla dolla
Can't a damn soul stop it shock it (uhhh)

Here comes the new kid on the block
Hold all your bets here's
Where the buck stops
See first of all I am steppin' out on my own
'Bout time I elevated to claim my own thrown
Success in my blood, call it home grown
Pores reekin' testosterone
Power and money got me crazy, cocky
No longer need you papi
I know your mad because you can't stop me
And if you wonder how this
Playa done scooped your honey
I think she smelled my cologne
It's called brand new money
Making major moves man ain't
A damn thing funny
Pimpin' hood rats and playboy bunnies
They see the

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money
They say it's, they say it's
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money
Say what, say what, say what? Money

I'm global dolla dolla and roll with 'bout 50
Like to go out smelling
Fresh and lookin' spiffy
Don't like clean money
I want my riches to be filthy
And a retirement fund I can't
Touch 'til I'm 60
So what am I supposed to do? Roll in two
Stand there pattin' the pockets
'till I'm stackin' only two
Ching ching, bling bling
Got the cash in lumps
It's a four wheel here to jack and
I'm selling them out my trunk
Whenever, whatever it takes to
Shake down a dolla
I roll in that direction, wait a minute
(holla holla)
All I wants to know, where they go
Where they went
And I'm makin' monster money
Smellin' just like a mint

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money (Uh, money)
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money
(nanana, nanana)

If you can't see the money
Get your eyes cleaned with Visine
I need fine things worth 7 digit's at a time
G my chil'ren chillin, the best, never worst
See, we never give them pebbles
They get the rocks first
Bank vaults on lock'n ching! Ching!
We're mockin' i’m rockin'
My family’s Christmas stockins are shockin'
Fine women, any weather
Naughty denim and leather
Call a chicken, whatever son they get better
I'm one smart cookie
The vet that smacks rookies my stocks on top
Your checks bounce while mine boogie
Wrists, I must rock it
Chicks stop and I knock it
Cash looks like I got a gang
Of fists in my pocket

Here comes the money
(fists in my, fists in my pocket
Fists in my pocket) here comes the money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money