JT Music feat. Rustage, The Stupendium, Shao Dow & Andrea Storm Kaden - Money (Money Money Money) Lyrics

Lyrics Money (Money Money Money) - Shao Dow , The Stupendium , JT Music , Rustage



I'm on location, and I'm casin' it now
We gotta wait, a cop is raisin' a brow
Pardon me, I was just pacing around
This is a robbery, now put your face on the ground
And if I gave you a bag, make it heavier, quick
When I said, "Heavy", in fact, I meant too heavy to lift
This is America, bitch, and I'm a Capitalist
Since misogyny's dead, you'll be my capital, bitch
They call me Dallas, 'cause everything about me is big
And I've been working for the system, that's how it was rigged
I got a steep net worth going deep in the digits
Now that it's a secret, but I keep it encrypted
I'll liquidate your bank, makin' my stock boost
The pigs are comin', who cut the livestock loose?
It's like I'm in a barnyard, with all the bullshit on Wall Street
But when I walk in, I'll make a wolf beg for dog treats
I want heat, so I'm always outfitted
Next to me, I got a SWAT team lookin' out-kitted
If you wanna live, you'd better listen to my demands
And if you didn't listen to me, hope you will to my friends
They're taking notice, we cut to black as we kill cam
Came in loaded, we setting up, and the drill jams (fuck)
They paid the postage, delivery from a skilled man
My gang intolerant, getaway in the milk van
We break and entry from Houston to Dallas, crew full of malice
I make a sentry, we shoot up the palace, using my talents
We taking plenty, we move by the gallon, losing your balance
We lining bold until they swoon like italics
Bite like a wolf from the Tundra of Scandinavia
I be shifting big oil richer than Saudi Arabia
Piling up the cocaine whiter than any glacier
And I don't need no therapist treating my kleptomania
Popping down like a cloaker, hear the sound of the motor
Blessed with Bain in our ear, we with the clowns like The Joker
Lost and found at the brokers, driver round with a chauffeur
Somebody call the Dentist, take the crown, and it's over (bitch)
If you don't speak my language
We ain't makin' no exchanges
'Cause I'm only talkin' money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
All I want is all your money
Give me all your fuckin' money
Money, money, money, money
All your money if you wanna see your mummy again
Shh, you're gonna have to keep it down
I mean, really, don't wanna hear a peep a sound
'Cause I'ma sneaky clown who's gonna creep around
And then I'll leave, unfound, that's how a thief is crowned
As a masterful larceny artisan
Part of the plan, raining cheddar like it's Parmesan
'Cause when I get that bag, ain't gonna get that back
The way I get fat stacks, I need a larger van
Pop through the window for a little Grand Theft Van Gogh
Flip vaults upside-down, that's a bankroll
Shop for deposits, whoops, got your lock picked
I lift, bro, always making gains on the bag throw
I harvest trustees and reap the green
Depart with such ease, deplete your means
But if I take a peak, well, then your pager beeps
"Nope, false alarm, seems completely clean" (sucker)
Yeah, I didn't listen to the plan (nah)
Just hopped out of the van with grenades in hand
(Buh, buh, bang) catch me if you can
Man, I'm crazy fam
Damn, I make 'em understand that I go loud
Control crowds, and bluh, bluh, bluh 'til there's no sound
You son of a bitch, I'm in for the heist
Cash and C-stacks, I need that, a bit of advice
Human shields are better than the type the pigs hide behind
Trigger, pull it and spray bullets
It shouldn't feel this good, should it?
Your deposit, I took it, in the chopper I put it
Hostages tied up and hooded, look, it's a bag, let me fill it
Pushing in ammo and bullion, I live life on the edge
Grit my teeth, feel the rush, then I aim for the head, yeah
Uh, give me all that you've got
When I call with the squad, everyone hides from the shots
When I mask up, they gasp and start crying with snot
And it will feel like overkill when I'm flying the SWAT
I've been spendin' what I'm makin'
Just for you to end up payin'
'Cause I'm only talkin' money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
All I want is all your money
Give me all your fuckin' money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Said I'm already spent



Writer(s): Timothy Christian Ames


JT Music feat. Rustage, The Stupendium, Shao Dow & Andrea Storm Kaden - Money (Money Money Money) [feat. Rustage, The Stupendium, Shao Dow & Andrea Storm Kaden] - Single



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