KLVN - Make Money lyrics

[Hook] Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money [Verse 1] I think I seen this on the TV show b**h you ain't heard of me before Been there, done that, that's my old ho I was feeling like you need to know n***as tryna sneak diss F&N, p**y peep this It's a flood, p**y leaking Cleanup on aisle 3 sh** Charge it to the game, no defense In the game, tryna stay away from bleachers I just got to stay away from leeches Cause I got a good heart, heart decent Brown skin, short hair, come and get this Low down dirty shame, call me peaches One after another, that's a sequence I ain't really really into all that beefing All these n***a rats for that cheese sh** Snitching, telling everything they seen sh** Bout that action, I might pop up on his seam quick Come through and shoot shoot, leave the scene quick Yo [Hook] Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money [Verse 2] Baby I can't dance, I can't bust no moves But my diamonds they be dancing and might bust a move Let a n***a try me, we gon' bust a move They hit the block, being high like [Chris Tucker] do Chillin', watching crush [groove] [Oba] fat boy, what's up dude? We might pull up in a truck or two You can't get in, we don't f** with you Lazy a** n***as don't make no moves Ain't check us at the door, we got in with the tools One shot boom, two shoots ooh I don't know sh**, I'm like who shot who? Margiela's, Chanel, I'm giving ‘em hell This sh** should be a crime I bet I make bail Hold up, wait, f** 12 I only pop champagne just to pour it in the air, yeah [Hook] Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money [Verse 3] In my Rolls, read the newspaper 8 ball, left pocket on the pool table Stash the money in the pool table Walk in, I need ones and a booth table All these hoes love money, I'm [convinced] baby I love money too, I'm a boss baby I been going nuts getting off lately Out of your league, I need that money like the golf player Me and you together, heart to heart baby I'm just joking, just a thought baby You ain't got no job, boy you Tommy All these fake a** mobs, y'all not Italian Used to hit the candy lady and get Laffy Taffys Back when they was singing “Girl shake that Laffy Taffy” n***as don't come direct, n***as try be petty I ain't lying, I got 100 in my fanny packy [Hook] Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money Make money money, make money money Take money money, take money money