paroles de chanson Money - Young Scooter , Wiz Khalifa
Money,
money,
money,
money
20's,
50's,
hundreds
Money,
money,
money,
money
We
working
them
trenches
In
my
neighborhood
Everything
all
good
Everybody
get
in
to
it
Money,
money,
money,
money
20's,
50's,
hundreds
Money,
money,
money,
money
A
thousand,
bricks
Hector,
he
keep
it
coming
Every
day
I
cap
a
hundred
Thousand,
nigga
I'm
getting
money
So
it's
no
more
serving
junkies
Thinking
bout
that
half
a
mill,
I
drew
it
out
the
carcass
Real
shit,
no
lie,
just
me
and
a
couple
junkies
That
4-4
shit
have
a
nigga
money
hungry
Keep
100
thousand
on
me
To
blow
it
with
my
homie
Taylor,
Gang
Nigga
I
rep
that
over
everything
See
me
I
live
life
in
the
fast
lane
Nigga
I'm
taking
shots,
smoking
Mary
Jane
Don't
need
security,
I
got
my
own
goons
Keep
Forgiato
rims
on
all
my
old
schools
Ain't
talking
shit,
boy
i'm
talking
money
Khalifa,
throwing
hundreds
Fuck
thirsty,
them
bitches
hungry
for
this
Money,
I
wanna
marry
you
You
know
I
really
need
you
Remember
that
day
you
left
me
I
couldn't
believe
it
Couldn't
eat,
couldn't
sleep,
couldn't
think
I
couldn't
do
shit
without
you
But
them
birds
up
under
that
sink
Stretch
'em
out,
that's
what
Young
Scooter
do
Every
hundred
pack
I
get
I
bury
bout
a
brick
or
two
That's
just
for
the
drop
Whatever
I
get,
that
shit
get
ran
through
Drugs
in
the
south,
I
made
drugs
out
west
too
Take
a
chance
for
that
paper,
that's
what
money
do
Money,
money,
money,
money
20's,
50's,
hundreds
Money,
money,
money,
money
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