paroles de chanson Money Money Money - Fabolous , Diddy , Red Cafe

Money money money
Money money money
Money money money

Hey, hey, everyday, day I hustle, everyday I′m getting money
If her pussy good, everyday I'm spending money
Throw it in the bag, throw it in the bag
I ain′t got credit but your dog got cash

Money money money, stay out of my lane
Your team running laps, my team run the game
This is America, ain't shit free
I need my money tall, at least six three

Blacka, blacka, blacka, money money money
Any given day I'm pouring honey on your honey
And I murder everybody, okay everyday, say it
Money money money, if you broke, I′m sorry

Money money money
Money money money
That girl need
Money money money
My people need

Money money money
What else that girl need?
Money money money
She getting

Money money money
She getting
Money money money
I′m getting

Wake up in the morning, take a money shower
Now I'm smelling like money, got the money and the power
Bad boy money, Martin and Will
My face good money, they should put me on the bill

I pioneered the jets and the yachts and the shoppers
Crushing model chicks throwing minks on the toddlers
NASDAQ money, Dow Jones, homes
Money money money, motherfucker, daddy′s home

Cash Money, Young Money, Bad Boy Money
Shorty said I boss, never throw toy money
So, blah, blah, make that thing
Bounce with these hundred dollar bills

Now I'm getting money, I ball
I remember I had no money at all
Now I′m so shallow, name brand apparel
I'm in that new, new, everyday wanna battle

Blacka, blacka, blacka, money money money
Any given day I′m pouring honey on your honey
And I murder everybody, okay everyday, say it
Money money money, if you broke, I'm sorry

Money money money
Money money money
That girl need
Money money money

My people need
Money money money
What else that girl need?
Money money money

She getting
Money money money
She getting
Money money money

I'm getting

Clap for that money like the booty on shorty then
Ya′ll just keep clapping, studio audience
Told her stretch it out like she do it in the
And bust it, bust it, bust it like she snuck a Glock .40 in

Daddy gon′ show you how a store feel
I got millions of ways, young
Married to the money, faithful to the millions
Got my money up safe as up in ceilings