| Here comes the money
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| Money, Money, Money, Money
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| Money, Money, Money, Money
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| Ching Ching, Bling Bling, Cut the Chatter
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| You ain’t talking money, Then your talking don’t matter
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| Ching Ching, Bling Bling, Pattin' Pockets
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| You make a dolla dolla, Can’t a damn soul stop it
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| Shock it, Uhhh
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| Here comes the new kid on the block
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| Hold all your bets here’s where the buck stops
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| See first of all I am steppin' out on my own
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| Bout time I elevated to claim my own thrown
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| Success in my blood, Call it home grown
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| Pores reakin' testosterone
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| Power and money got me crazy, cocky
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| No longer need you papi
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| I know your mad because you can’t stop me
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| And if you wonder how this playa done scooped your honey
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| I think she smelled my cologne, It’s called brand new money
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| Making (something?) movement ain’t a damn thing funny
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| Pimpin' hood rats and playboy bunnies
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| They see the
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| Money, Money, Money, Money
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| Money, Money, Money, Money, Money
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| They Say Its
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| They Say Its
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| Money, Money, Money, Money
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| Money, Money, Money, Money, Money
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| Say What
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| Say What
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| Say What
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| Money, Money, Money, Money
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| Money, Money, Money, Money, Money
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| I’m global dolla dolla and roll with bout 50
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| Like to go out smelling fresh and lookin' spiffy
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| Don’t like clean money, I want my riches to be filthy
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| Cause with everytime it’s fun, I get done til I’m 60
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| So what am I supposed to do, Roll in two
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| Stand there pattin the pockets, 'Till I’m stackin' only two
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| Ching Ching, Bling Bling, Got the cash in lumps
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| It’s a four wheel here to jack, And I’m selling them out my trunk
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| Whenever, Whatever it takes to shake down a dolla
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| Although in that direction wait a minute holla holla
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| All I wants to know, Where they go, Where they went
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| And I’m makin monster money, smellin just like a mint |