Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Flow, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song The End, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Prophet Entertainment
Song language: English
Money Flow |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |
So many my niggas keep reachin' the top of this mountain |
So get what I do |
K-Roc ain’t go beg the believas |
I’m fucking with the prophets, niggas that a felt me |
Make a little rich with Third World Click |
K-Rock ain’t got no more |
I’m on top this shit though, check this place |
And I came with Juice Man can scratch |
Tired of the scam, fucked up his chest |
Alcatraz, give me some, plus I’m on the dub |
They might know we on edge and why fuck the frown |
While these groupie ass bitches be suckin' our dick |
Prophet Posse we made it bitch |
K-Roc we rockin' wit empty (??) |
May kick in this shit that you can’t understand |
To bad that bitch is a want to be killa |
We murder the bitch and fall out of the fame |
I got six digits on my bank statement, rock |
Eight if you be includin' the two behind the dot |
So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six |
I spend a hundred GBs to artillerize this click |
Candid cameras be in the trees |
Of my domain |
So I can feel safe when I’m goin' off that uzi mayne |
Go low mass Suburban, uh, go low mass and Impala, nuh |
I can brag for days but because you nosey hoes |
I’m stoppin' uh |
Bitch rest rest out there finna crash like a lunatic |
Is it to them bitch if finna give them tricks a cataract |
Head back to bisac have they take him to woods |
Them goons ate his body the body’s no good |
I would let that boy go but the ho just make me sick |
Sick sick like a mad man when the woofers start blastin' |
Here yee, here yee don’t you see |
I got that Three 6 Mafia and we’re deeper than your faculty |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |
I gotta get it while the gettin' is good |
Yeah, you know the motto bitch |
Out to get that cheddar |
Cause it’s better when you havin' shit |
Dollar signs is on my mind |
Look into my fuckin' eyes, gettin' you hypnotized |
Lettin' you know that Prophet on the rise |
Why you fantasizin'? |
Visualize me as you Mrs? |
I’m somewhere on that Moet and smokin' blunts is how I kick it |
So niggas recognize that in this here niggas so don’t you see |
Comin' hard as thunder ready to rumble what’s it gonna be |
Come on a journey on to the world |
Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin' |
This house of Scarecrow make headin' |
To make it back home in the 21st century |
We niggas keep letchin' the duration |
The Three 6 (??) I punish |
Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave |
We leavin' no traces, we’re paperchasin' |
Don’t maybe get to rockin' |
Whit this motherfuckin' stock and facin' to the stock |
And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop |
Know what they croppin' |
When we ride grand larceny tonight |
You best be slidin' through Three 6 murderers |
Creep form the black side |
I got this plan, this plan to rob a man |
Tell him we got plenty of white, get a nigga a key of sand |
Take his fuckin' cheese, count them Gs, then go overseas |
To them damn Columbians make them drop it off |
Say nigga please |
Back to the hood with them good from my niggas dope |
Nothin' but the pure and that chronic that’ll make you choke |
I’m stugglin' in that paper chase |
From day to day all in the crime |
For you niggas snitchin proppin' dimes, I’m takin' care of mine |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard |
Cause ain’t nothin' but the money flow in this camp |