Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Bags (Paradise), artist - Black Milk.
Date of issue: 14.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money Bags (Paradise) |
Money son, it’s all about the money |
Whatchu talking bout all around the world |
They all want that money |
Yeah tell me where the money |
Show me where the money |
Everybody tryna get the money |
Everybody, they want the dough |
For them niggas that’s blue-collar |
Minimum wage dollars |
Up early and out of that money we need a lot of |
Single mother, single father |
Whatever, you gotta get the (dough) |
Yeah, at that bus stop waiting, tryna have mad patience |
Bout to start a job that you already hating |
Fuck having a boss but that’s the cost when tryna get the (money) |
You know, hustle on that corner hoping you don’t get caught in |
Keep 'em on the lookout, the cops done already warned him |
Another strike and you’s a goner |
Whatever, you gotta get the (money) |
You know, make them dollars quicker |
Feel like imma rob a nigga (rob a nigga) |
Gotta get 'em my pockets need dollars in 'em |
Robbery go quicker to get my chips up I gotta get the (dough) |
Aye, to them dancers on the pole that’s tryna pay off a loan |
Or, just wanted some meals, just wanna buy some new clothes |
Whatever it’s for mama we know, you tryna get the (money) |
Yeah, bill collectors calling but nothing inside your wallet |
Told 'em to stop calling and now you feel like you’ve fallen |
Upside down and you can’t escape 'em, they tryna get they (money) |
It’s the money song |
It’s all about that money |
We all need the money |
Need that, tell me where the money |
Tell me where the money |
Tryna get the money |
So people think that if you ain’t got money then you ain’t got shit |
If you make dollars then they don’t make sense |
We all 'bout making that profit |
Check come in the mail, check cash go cop it |
1st of the month, mailbox you watch it |
1st of the month, champagne bottle pop it |
Celebrating hood rich, paying your debt over |
Hit the mall up if you got something left over, the dough |
Tryna floss on 'em, past due bills but acting like a boss on 'em |
Shining, ya know diamonds |
They don’t need to know what it really cost for 'em |
Ain’t no money out there so you fake it til you make it |
Some people never make it they pick up the pistol and take it |
What we talkin' 'bout? |
What, the money we makin'? |
Tell 'em «Fuck you, pay me"if it ain’t money related, yeah the (dough) |
It’s the money song |
It’s all about that money |
We all need the money |
Need that, tell me where the money |
Tell me where the money |
Tryna get the money |