Lyrics Here Comes the Money (Shane McMahon) - Jim Johnston
Here
comes
the
money
(Here
we
go,
money)
Here
comes
the
money
Money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
Dollar
dollar,
dollar
dollar
Ching
ching,
bling
bling,
cut
the
chatter
You
ain't
talking
money,
then
your
talking
don't
matter
Ching
ching,
bling
bling,
pattin'
pockets
You
make
a
dolla
dolla,
can't
a
damn
soul
stop
it
Shock
it
Here
comes
the
new
kid
on
the
block
Hold
all
your
bets
here's
where
the
buck
stops
See
first
of
all
i
am
steppin'
out
on
my
own
Bout
time
i
elevated
to
claim
my
own
thrown
Success
in
my
blood,
call
it
home
grown
Pores
reakin'
testosterone
Power
and
money
got
me
crazy,
cocky
No
longer
need
you
papi
I
know
your
mad
because
you
can't
stop
me
And
if
you
wonder
how
this
playa
done
scooped
your
honey
I
think
she
smelled
my
cologne,
it's
called
brand
new
money
Making
me
some
moves
my
name
a
damn
thing
funny
Pimpin'
hood
rats
and
playboy
bunnies
They
see
the
Money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
They
say
it
They
say
it
Money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
Say
what,
say
what,
say
what,
money!
I'm
global
dolla
dolla
and
roll
with
'bout
50
Like
to
go
out
smelling
fresh
and
lookin'
spiffy
Don't
like
clean
money,
i
want
my
riches
to
be
filthy
Cause
with
everytime
it's
fun,
i
get
done
til
i'm
60
So
what
am
i
supposed
to
do,
roll
in
two
Stand
there
pattin
the
pockets,
'till
i'm
stackin'
only
two
Ching
ching,
bling
bling,
got
the
cash
in
lumps
It's
a
four
wheel
here
to
Jack,
and
i'm
selling
them
out
my
trunk
Whenever,
whatever
it
takes
to
shake
down
a
dolla
Although
in
that
direction
wait
a
minute
holla
holla
All
i
wants
to
know,
where
they
go,
where
they
went
And
i'm
makin
monster
money,
smellin'
just
like
a
mint
Money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
(uh,
mo
money,
money!)
Money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
(nana,
nana)
If
you
can't
see
the
money,
get
your
eyes
cleaned
with
visine
I
need
fine
things
worth
7 digits
at
a
time
G
My
chil'ren
chillin,
the
best,
never
worst
See,
we
never
give
them
pebbles
they
get
the
rocks
first
Bank
vaults
on
lock'n
Ching!
ching!
We're
mockin,
i'm
rockin
My
family's
Christmas
stockins
are
shockin'
Fine
women,
any
weather
Naughty
denim
and
leather
Call
a
chicken,
whatever
son
they
get
better
I'm
one
smart
cookie
The
vet
that
smacks
rookies
My
stocks
on
top,
your
checks
bounce
while
mine
boogie
Wrists,
i
must
rock
it,
chicks
stop
and
i
knock
it
Cash
looks
like
i
got
a
gang
of
fists
in
my
pocket
Here
comes
the
money
(fists
in
my,
fists
in
my
pocket,
fists
in
my
pocket)
Here
comes
the
money
Money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
1 WWE Signature
2 Next Big Thing (Brock Lesnar)
3 Dead Man (Undertaker)
4 At Last (Christian)
5 I'm Back (Eric Bischoff)
6 Eyes of Righteousness (Reverend D-Von)
7 Fight (SummerSlam Theme Song)
8 Time to Rock and Roll (Trish Stratus)
9 Eye of the Hurricane (The Hurricane)
10 King of My World (Chris Jericho)
11 All Grown Up (Stephanie McMahon)
12 Need a Little Time (Torrie Wilson)
13 The Game (Triple H)
14 You're Gonna Pay (Undertaker)
15 You Look So Good to Me (Billy & Chuck)
16 The End (Judgment Day Theme Song)
17 Here Comes the Money (Shane McMahon)
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