Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Rules, artist - Young Chris. Date of issue: 27.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money Rules |
| Huned Thou just on the Jewels |
| Big yatch live on a cruise |
| White floors kick off your shoes |
| Big bank you know that money rules |
| Cheap niggas pouring out |
| We bring that fucking so we blowing out |
| Dry clean, no shoes |
| Ya’ll niggas come prepared this here about to ooohz |
| Watch the power of root of evil it change you |
| I throw a hustle i never thought entertainer |
| Nothing can’t hold me not even a detainer |
| Since death is unexpected I leave it up in the chamber |
| Prolling on that Lala living that a mellow life |
| Jordan bunnies raining yellow ice |
| Ma niggas in the base say it’s hella nice |
| She got one chance to slip I never tell her twice |
| Thought he was dead huh, tell em that boy alive |
| Have ma carpet laid out when I arrive |
| Too much pride I can never lose my drive |
| I’m ma own boss nigga I can never lose my job |
| Boutique size, love ma bitches with thick thighs |
| When that heat rise all you niggas get deep fried |
| The weak die for you niggas to feed |
| I highly underrated soon niggas will see why |
| Huned Thou just on the Jewels |
| Big yatch live on a cruise |
| White floors kick off your shoes |
| Big bank you know that money rules |
| Cheap niggas pouring out |
| We bring that fucking towing so we blow it out |
| Dry clean, no shoes |
| Ya’ll niggas come prepared this here about to ooohz |
| They stand around me mugged i’m there to perform |
| Star 24/7 I know what i’m doing |
| Destined for greatness mo fucka in know where i’m going |
| Living outa ma luggage hoe I know when it’s on |
| New money you can’t tell hoe |
| I’m like a teen with that fresh outa Jail glow |
| Low and a snap fitted Diesel and shell toe |
| Smoke behind a tent too much wind make ma L blow |
| Oh man I say here it’s a brighter day here |
| Easy 50K work for stones in this bouquet wear |
| Tuck your little pistols, homie got a K here |
| Homie bring them gangster niggas them niggas don’t play fair |
| You’ll be gone a day here whatever you seen at |
| All they wanna know is who they aiming this machine at |
| Wherever the fiends at fuck this shit we product here |
| Gotta hustle hard to get ma family the fuck outa there |