Snoop Dogg - Money lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg - Money lyrics]
Yeah what up
Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds
I need money money money
Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds
Nigga I need money money money
Nigga want hundeds hundeds hundeds
Nigga want money money money
The biggest fast time is rhyme the size crime
Its been the same man since
The game became mine
I spot four one of these at the same time
Looking like Snoop Dogg back in eighty-nine
Do I give a fuck, no I never have
I just blow my weed and take a bubble bath
I laugh at these niggas
I ain't mad at you niggas
Cause half of you niggas can't
Even fuck with me
I'm on it cause I'm so fucking city
And every town that I roll through
I leave my G prints
LBC, now that's what I represent
Can ya feel it (Eastside)
I'm hotter than a batch of
Fish grease in a skillet
I wanna say what up to all the
G's, the killas, and the ballers
And the dealers
See where I'm from you either rate us
Hate us or steal us
And right about now all the
Cap peelers gotta feel us
Money, money is everything
It's the crack to the fiend
It's the king to the queen it reigns supreme
It's the crop to the cream (say what)
It's a po man, no man, it's everybodys dream
Money, mo money, get money
But make sure you know that
Your folks don't get funny
Everybody claiming that they down
On they luck
While I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks
I throw on my black socks
With my all gold chucks
Now lets see which one of my
Trucks we gone use today to slide away
(where we going) to Snoop
World mother fucking USA
Its all a dream, and dreams can come true
If it happen for me
Shit it can happen for you
Meech from the beach, he keep shit cracking
And everything he touch guaranteed
To go platinum
Ya got to have cash to make it these days
And you can make at least one
Of a hundred different ways
You can holler at the homie Meech
And get a dope track and write you a rap
And try to get you to snap
Or you could stand on the
Streets and holler and wine
You can throw up insane
Twenty crip or one nine
I chose DP cause financially money money
Money that's all a nigga see
See to get it, is to
Have it, interstate, maintain
Don't get broke and fail the game
You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging
Out with my sons and god sons
Cause it's a blood thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland
Or I might be on my way
Back to the west coast
Still smoking, with a pound of that shit
Waiting for me at the crib with my
Dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money
For all the niggas out
There getting their money
Money is the root of all evil huh
You know what
I mean, we already living in hell
So fuck, get your money man
I look at shit like this:
The mother fuckers that don't got money
They doing bad
And they don't give a fuck and
They rob they steal they kill
And the mother fuckers that got money
They depressed you know they can't enjoy it
So I mean, whats your pleasure
You wanna live with it our without it
Shit I'm bout it
I got to have it, you feel me
Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds
I need money money money
Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds
Nigga I need money money money
Nigga want hundeds hundeds hundeds
Nigga want money money money
The biggest fast time is rhyme the size crime
Its been the same man since
The game became mine
I spot four one of these at the same time
Looking like Snoop Dogg back in eighty-nine
Do I give a fuck, no I never have
I just blow my weed and take a bubble bath
I laugh at these niggas
I ain't mad at you niggas
Cause half of you niggas can't
Even fuck with me
I'm on it cause I'm so fucking city
And every town that I roll through
I leave my G prints
LBC, now that's what I represent
Can ya feel it (Eastside)
I'm hotter than a batch of
Fish grease in a skillet
I wanna say what up to all the
G's, the killas, and the ballers
And the dealers
See where I'm from you either rate us
Hate us or steal us
And right about now all the
Cap peelers gotta feel us
Money, money is everything
It's the crack to the fiend
It's the king to the queen it reigns supreme
It's the crop to the cream (say what)
It's a po man, no man, it's everybodys dream
Money, mo money, get money
But make sure you know that
Your folks don't get funny
Everybody claiming that they down
On they luck
While I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks
I throw on my black socks
With my all gold chucks
Now lets see which one of my
Trucks we gone use today to slide away
(where we going) to Snoop
World mother fucking USA
Its all a dream, and dreams can come true
If it happen for me
Shit it can happen for you
Meech from the beach, he keep shit cracking
And everything he touch guaranteed
To go platinum
Ya got to have cash to make it these days
And you can make at least one
Of a hundred different ways
You can holler at the homie Meech
And get a dope track and write you a rap
And try to get you to snap
Or you could stand on the
Streets and holler and wine
You can throw up insane
Twenty crip or one nine
I chose DP cause financially money money
Money that's all a nigga see
See to get it, is to
Have it, interstate, maintain
Don't get broke and fail the game
You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging
Out with my sons and god sons
Cause it's a blood thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland
Or I might be on my way
Back to the west coast
Still smoking, with a pound of that shit
Waiting for me at the crib with my
Dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money
For all the niggas out
There getting their money
Money is the root of all evil huh
You know what
I mean, we already living in hell
So fuck, get your money man
I look at shit like this:
The mother fuckers that don't got money
They doing bad
And they don't give a fuck and
They rob they steal they kill
And the mother fuckers that got money
They depressed you know they can't enjoy it
So I mean, whats your pleasure
You wanna live with it our without it
Shit I'm bout it
I got to have it, you feel me