Текст (слова) песни: Three 6 Mafia - Money Flow

So many, my niggas
Keep reachin` the top of this mountain
So can what I do
K-Roc ain`t go beg the believas
I`m from where the prophets
Niggas that a felt me
Make a little rich with Third World Click
K-Roc ain`t got no more
I`m on top this shit though
Check this place
Am I came with Juice Man can scratch
Tired of the scam
Fucked up his chest
Alcatraz gimisum
Plus I`m on the dub
They might know we on edge
And why fuck the frown
While these groupie ass bitches be suckin` our dick
Prophet Posse we made it bitch
K-Roc we rockin` wit empty (??)
May kick in this shit that you can`t understand
To bad that bitch is a want to be killa
We murder the bitch and fall out of the fame

I got six digits on my bank statement, rock
Eight if you be includin` the two behind the dot
So how they thinkin` they gon` stand up to the six
I spend a hundred g-b`s
To artillerize this click
Candid cameras be in the trees
Of my domain
So I can feel safe when I`m goin` off that uzi manne
Go low mass Suburban, uh
Go low mass and Impala, nuh
I can brag for days
But because you nosie hoes
I`m stoppin` uh

Bitch rest rest
Out there finna crash like a lunatic
Is it to them bitch
If finna get em`
Tricks with cataract
Head back to bisac
have they take him to woods
Them goose ate his body
The body`s no good
I would let that boy go
But the hoe just make me sick
Sick sick like a mad man
When the woofers start blastin`
Here yee, here yee don`t you see
I got that Three 6 Mafia here
Were deeper than your faculty

[Chorus 4X]
Sportin jewelry and the syndicate
We rollin` hard
Cause ain`t nothin` but the money flow in this camp

I gotta get it
While the gettin` is good
Yeah, you know the motto bitch
Out to set that chedder
Cause it`s better when you havin` shit
Dollar signs is on my mind
Look into my fuckin` eyes
Gettin` you hypnotized
Lettin` you know that Prophet is on the rise
Why you fantasizin`
Visualize me as you mrs.
I`m somewhere on that mowett
And smokin` blunts
Is how I kick it
So niggas recognize that in this here niggas
So don`t you see
Comin` hard as thunder
Ready to rumble
What`s it gonna be

Come on a journey
On to the world
Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin`
This house of Scarecrow make headin`
to make it back home in the 21st century
We niggas keep letchin` the duration
The Three 6 (??) I punish
Your facin` the ready to place the grace behave
We leavin` no traces
Were paperchasin`
Don`t maybe get to rockin`
Whit this motherfuckin` stock and facin` to the stock
And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop
Know what they croppin`
When we ride grand larceny tonight
You best be slidin` through Three 6 murderers
Creep form the black side
I got this plan
This plan to rob a man
Tell him we got plenty of white
Get a nigga a key of sand
Take his fuckin` cheese
Count them g`s
Then go overseas
To them damn Columbians make them drop it off
Say nigga please
Back to the hood
With them good
From my niggas dope
Nothin` but the pure
And that chronic that`ll make you choke
I`m stugglin` in that paperchase
From day to day
All in the crime
For you niggas snitchin`
Proppin` dimes
I`m takin` care of mine

[Chorus 4X]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Three 6 Mafia - Money Flow So many, my niggas Keep reachin` the top of this mountain So can what I do K-Roc ain`t go beg the believas I`m from where the prophets Niggas that a felt me Make a little rich with Third World Click K-Roc ain`t got no more I`m on top this shit though Check this place Am I came with Juice Man can scratch Tired of the scam Fucked up his chest Alcatraz gimisum Plus I`m on the dub They might know we on edge And why fuck the frown While these groupie ass bitches be suckin` our dick Prophet Posse we made it bitch K-Roc we rockin` wit empty (??) May kick in this shit that you can`t understand To bad that bitch is a want to be killa We murder the bitch and fall out of the fame I got six digits on my bank statement, rock Eight if you be includin` the two behind the dot So how they thinkin` they gon` stand up to the six I spend a hundred g-b`s To artillerize this click Candid cameras be in the trees Of my domain So I can feel safe when I`m goin` off that uzi manne Go low mass Suburban, uh Go low mass and Impala, nuh I can brag for days But because you nosie hoes I`m stoppin` uh Bitch rest rest Out there finna crash like a lunatic Is it to them bitch If finna get em` Tricks with cataract Head back to bisac have they take him to woods Them goose ate his body The body`s no good I would let that boy go But the hoe just make me sick Sick sick like a mad man When the woofers start blastin` Here yee, here yee don`t you see I got that Three 6 Mafia here Were deeper than your faculty [Chorus 4X] Sportin jewelry and the syndicate We rollin` hard Cause ain`t nothin` but the money flow in this camp I gotta get it While the gettin` is good Yeah, you know the motto bitch Out to set that chedder Cause it`s better when you havin` shit Dollar signs is on my mind Look into my fuckin` eyes Gettin` you hypnotized Lettin` you know that Prophet is on the rise Why you fantasizin` Visualize me as you mrs. I`m somewhere on that mowett And smokin` blunts Is how I kick it So niggas recognize that in this here niggas So don`t you see Comin` hard as thunder Ready to rumble What`s it gonna be Come on a journey On to the world Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin` This house of Scarecrow make headin` to make it back home in the 21st century We niggas keep letchin` the duration The Three 6 (??) I punish Your facin` the ready to place the grace behave We leavin` no traces Were paperchasin` Don`t maybe get to rockin` Whit this motherfuckin` stock and facin` to the stock And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop Know what they croppin` When we ride grand larceny tonight You best be slidin` through Three 6 murderers Creep form the black side I got this plan This plan to rob a man Tell him we got plenty of white Get a nigga a key of sand Take his fuckin` cheese Count them g`s Then go overseas To them damn Columbians make them drop it off Say nigga please Back to the hood With them good From my niggas dope Nothin` but the pure And that chronic that`ll make you choke I`m stugglin` in that paperchase From day to day All in the crime For you niggas snitchin` Proppin` dimes I`m takin` care of mine [Chorus 4X] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Money Flow: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/7897.html Все тексты песен: Three 6 Mafia » Three 6 Mafia - Where`s Da Bud » Three 6 Mafia - Put Cha D. in Her Mouth » Three 6 Mafia - Spill My Blood » Three 6 Mafia - From Da Back » Three 6 Mafia - Mystic Stylez » Three 6 Mafia - Be a Witness » Three 6 Mafia - I Ain`t Cha Friend » Three 6 Mafia - How It Went Down (Skit) » Three 6 Mafia - Dont Make Me Kill » Three 6 Mafia - Fuck That Nigga » Three 6 Mafia - Mosh Pit » Three 6 Mafia - We bout to Ride » Three 6 Mafia - Gette`m Crunk » Three 6 Mafia - Tongue Ring » Three 6 Mafia - Love to Make a Stang » Three 6 Mafia - Are U Ready 4 Us » Three 6 Mafia - 44 Killers » Three 6 Mafia - Oz soundtrack » Three 6 Mafia - Late Nite Tip » Three 6 Mafia - Bodyparts Рекомендуем скачать: » Ольга Корницкая - Прости меня, прости... » Олег Кабалик - Старый больной музыкант... » Ольга Левковская - Мой старый паяц... » Ольга Пирагс - Два стрижа » Ольга Афраймович - Бусы 9 (стихи) » Олег Щетников - Праздник. Посвящение П. Папушеву. » Олег Кабалик - А лист увядший падает на душу... » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Бом, колокол, бом » Олег Митяев - Художник » Олег Газманов - Мои ясные дни » Ольга Чикина - Моряки » Ольга Семенова - За пять минут до отправления поезда » Ольга Залесская - Больному дому » Ольга Чикина - Тюк-тюк » Ольга Аникина - Первый сон о дожде (Сны о дожде) » Ольга Левковская - Три шага до ада » Ольга Арефьева - Тот » Ольга Тишина - Крест » Ольга Запрудина - Морозом схваченный пейзаж... » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Камикадзе любви
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