Red Cafe, Fabolous, Diddy - Money Money Money lyrics
Fabolous [John David Jackson]
[Red Cafe, Fabolous, Diddy - Money Money Money lyrics]
Money money money, money money money
Yeah, everyday I hustle
Everyday I'm gettin' money
If her pussy good then
Everyday I'm spendin' money
Throw it in the bag, throw it in the bag
I ain't got credit but your dog got cash
Money money money, stay out of my lane
Your team runnin' laps, my team run the game
This is America, ain't shit free
I need my money tall, at least six-three
Blocka blocka blocka, money money money
Any given day
I'm pourin' honey on your honey
And I murder everybody, okay
Everybody say it
(Money money money) if you broke, I'm sorry
Yeah, yeah
It's Bad Boy bitch! Take that (Let's go)
Wake up in the morning, take a money shower
Now I'm smellin' like money
Got the money and the power (yeah)
Ba-Bad Boy money
(Uh, huh) Martin and Will (That's right)
My face good money
They should put me on the bill (C'mon)
I pioneered the jets and the
Yachts and the choppers (You know it)
Crushin' model chicks
Throwin' minks on the toddlers (You know it)
NASDAQ money, Dow Jones Combs (C'mon man)
Money money money, motherfucker daddy's home
(yeah)
Cash Money, Young Money, Bad Boy money
Shorty said I boss, never throw toy money
So, blah, blah, motherfucker, I'm ill
Make that thing bounce with
These hundred dollar bills
Now I'm gettin' money, I ball
I remember I ain't had no money at all
Now I'm so shallow, name-brand apparel
I'm that new-new err'day, wan' battle? Huh?!
Clap for that money like the
Booty on shawty then
Y'all just keep clappin', studio, audience
Told her stretch it out like
She doin' an accordion and bust it, bust it
Bust it like she snuck a Glock-40 in
Daddy gon' show you bitches
How being spoiled feel
I got millions to waste, young oil field
Married to the money
(money) faithful to the millions (millions)
Got my money up (up) safe is in the ceiling
Yeah, everyday I hustle
Everyday I'm gettin' money
If her pussy good then
Everyday I'm spendin' money
Throw it in the bag, throw it in the bag
I ain't got credit but your dog got cash
Money money money, stay out of my lane
Your team runnin' laps, my team run the game
This is America, ain't shit free
I need my money tall, at least six-three
Blocka blocka blocka, money money money
Any given day
I'm pourin' honey on your honey
And I murder everybody, okay
Everybody say it
(Money money money) if you broke, I'm sorry
Yeah, yeah
It's Bad Boy bitch! Take that (Let's go)
Wake up in the morning, take a money shower
Now I'm smellin' like money
Got the money and the power (yeah)
Ba-Bad Boy money
(Uh, huh) Martin and Will (That's right)
My face good money
They should put me on the bill (C'mon)
I pioneered the jets and the
Yachts and the choppers (You know it)
Crushin' model chicks
Throwin' minks on the toddlers (You know it)
NASDAQ money, Dow Jones Combs (C'mon man)
Money money money, motherfucker daddy's home
(yeah)
Cash Money, Young Money, Bad Boy money
Shorty said I boss, never throw toy money
So, blah, blah, motherfucker, I'm ill
Make that thing bounce with
These hundred dollar bills
Now I'm gettin' money, I ball
I remember I ain't had no money at all
Now I'm so shallow, name-brand apparel
I'm that new-new err'day, wan' battle? Huh?!
Clap for that money like the
Booty on shawty then
Y'all just keep clappin', studio, audience
Told her stretch it out like
She doin' an accordion and bust it, bust it
Bust it like she snuck a Glock-40 in
Daddy gon' show you bitches
How being spoiled feel
I got millions to waste, young oil field
Married to the money
(money) faithful to the millions (millions)
Got my money up (up) safe is in the ceiling