[Intro: DMX & Moneybagg Yo]
Grr
C'mon (Go)
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo & DMX]
Ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all
A ni**a showin' me how to go get it, that's somethin' I can't recall (What?)
How you never did nothing for me but tell me one for all?
"How the fu*k you run up all them Ms without a Adderall?" (Uh)
That's what they ask me, came up from nothin' now I'm established (Made)
Reach for these karats and get your ears stretched, silly rabbit (Played)
I'm a dog, all bite, no bark (Grr), no fear in my heart
Lambo truck with the stars, I paid two hundred some' large
Money, b*tches and chains (Ice), ni**as jackin' the slang
Rose gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain (Pipin')
Rolls-Royce Cullinan today 'cause it might rain (C'mon)
That sh*t came with an umbrella, trap jumpin' like Coachella (Woo)
I'm sippin' on some clean, half my money still dirty (Woah)
They know I got a b*tch, but these hoes still flirtin' (So?)
I'm in the field pissed, feel like Mike Vick, I'm quarter backin'
We be talkin' slick so charges don't stick, never lackin' (C'mon)
[Chorus: DMX]
Money, money, money (Uh), b*tches, b*tches, b*tches (What?)
All these fu*king killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fu*king thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b*tch is (Woo, c'mon)
Money, money, money (Money), b*tches, b*tches, b*tches (b*tches)
All these fu*king killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Raow)
A dollar ain't got a fu*king thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b*tch is (Woo)
[Verse 2: DMX]
When the dog get hungry, the dog gon' eat
That's when I slide my plate right under a ni**a feet
Like the lines in the road, I get down in the street
Come through like "brrap," put them cats to sleep
Stay with the heat, cook ni**as (Uh), shook ni**as (Uh)
Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook ni**as (Uh, uh)
We off the hook, ni**a (What up?), everybody strip (Yeah)
Everybody get down 'cause my ni**as flip (Raow)
On Jake ni**as, fake ni**as, snake ni**as (Uh)
Make ni**as rape ni**as, I hate ni**as (Uh)
Talking that riff-raff, get back (What?)
They call me "Extortion", ni**a, I get half (Woo)
[Chorus: DMX]
Money, money, money (Money), b*tches, b*tches, b*tches (b*tches)
All these fu*king killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fu*king thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b*tch is (C'mon)
Money, money, money (Money), b*tches, b*tches, b*tches (b*tches)
All these fu*king killers (C'mon), but the jail's full of snitches (What?)
A dollar ain't got a fu*king thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b*tch is (Woo)