Dom Kennedy - Money Don't Stop lyrics

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Dom Kennedy - Money Don't Stop lyrics

Uh, I got a hundred on me... Thousand. Yeah! [Verse 1:] I got big plans man that money need to switch hands Stroke these girls good and sh**, I got big hands Set it out, you stressed out? We can let it out Take ya shoes off right quick, real leather couch Tear it out, yeah you know I'm finna wear it out Light a nag champa, just to air it out She call me Dominic, main squeeze like the heimlich I'm tryna get my money in full, it's no consignments The smooth talker, fish stick moon walker Till Johnny Walker, made me a lil offer That's boss lingo, I ain't f**in with you dingos I'm tryna let my chest hair show, playin' Bingo You small talk, I place bets from the ballpark Showcase my talents and sh**, at the artwalk I'm showin cla** at the stripclub throwin bags Cause when you young you gon blow it fast, yahh [Hook: x2] Let's sit back and count this money... Let's sit back and count this dough... Cause the money don't stop, ya know? Ya know? (ya know?) Ya know? (ya know?) The [?], barbecue, beer drinker The clear thinker, "hold on n***a where my reefers!?" The honey dipper, O.P.M money flipper The rummy sipper, when I'm drunk, tummy licker. AH! Cold sushi, in the dark watchin old movies That Hundred Proof get me so woozy, UH! The Wi-Fi work in the jacuzzi, UH! I got a Spanish maid just to soothe me, AH! See I really live my fantasy life and I don't f** with the panicky type n***a, I'm more the spanish villa canopy type The front line, you gotta manage him right Yeah, one day I'm tryna live the family life I might be on Sean Hannity site Yeah, we all can't live the vanity life I know you n***as just a fan of me right?... Right [Hook x2] Let's sit back and count this money... Let's sit back and count this dough... Cause the money don't stop, ya know? Ya know? (ya know?) Ya know? (ya know?) Champagne champagne! More Chardonnay... Mark Merlot South Cent-RAL! ahaha... France, this sh** is French uh Drink ya own sh** 323 wa**up, Westside get the money bruh Bring ya own sh** drink ya own sh**... [Song fades away]