DMX and MoneyBagg Yo - Money Money Money

Err
C'mon!

(Go)
Ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all
A nigga showed me how to go get it, that's somethin' I can't recall (what?)
How you never did nothing for me but tell me one for all?
How the fuck you run up all them M's without an Adderall?
That's what they ask me, came up from nothin' now I'ma stab it (made)
Reach for these karats and get your issue silly rabbit (played)
I'm a dog, all bite, no bark (err), no fear my heart
Lambo truck with the stars I paid two-hundred some odd
Money, bitches and chains (ice), niggas jackin' the slang
Rolls gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain (pop it)
Rolls Royce Cullinan today 'cause it might rain (c'mon!)
That shit came with an umbrella, trap jumpin' like Coachella (woo!)
I'm sleepin' on some clean, half my money still dirty (woah)
They know I got a bitch but these hoes still flirtin' (so?)
I'm in the field pissed, feel like Mike Vick, I'm quarter backin'
We be talkin' slick so charger don't spit, never lackin' (c'mon!)

Money, money, money (money), bitches, bitches, bitches (bitches)
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fuckin' thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo, c'mon!)
Money, money, money (money), bitches, bitches, bitches (bitches)
All these fuckin' killers, but the jail's full of snitches (snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo)

When the dog get hungry the dog gon' eat
When I slide my plate right under a nigga feet
Like the lines in the road, I get down in the street
Come through like brrat, put them cats to sleep
Stay with the heat cook niggas, shook niggas
Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook niggas
We off the hook nigga (what?), everybody strip (yeah)
Everybody get down 'cause my niggas flip
On jake niggas, fake niggas, snake niggas
Make niggas, rape niggas I hate niggas
Talking that riff-raff, get back (what?)
They call me extortion, nigga, I get half (woo)

Money, money, money (money), bitches, bitches, bitches (bitches)
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fuckin' thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (c'mon!)
Money, money, money (money), bitches, bitches, bitches (bitches)
All these fuckin' killers (c'mon!), but the jail's full of snitches (snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo)

Written by:
Demario Dewayne White, Earl Simmons, Huard Dumas, Jean-Jacques Debout, Kasseem Dean, Pierre Porte

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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