Young Chris - Money Rules lyrics

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Young Chris - Money Rules lyrics

[Intro:] Huned Thou just on the Jewels [all we about] Big yatch live on a cruise White floors kick off your shoes Big bank you know that money rules [Cannon cannon] Cheap n***as pouring out We bring that f**ing [?] so we blowing out Dry clean, no shoes Ya'll n***as come prepared this here about to ooohz [Verse 1:] Watch the power of root of evil it change you I throw a hustle i never thought entertainer Nothing can't hold me not even a detainer Since d**h is unexpected I leave it up in the chamber Prolling on that Lala living that a mellow life Jordan bunnies raining yellow ice Ma n***as in the base say it's hella nice She got one chance to slip I never tell her twice Thought he was dead huh, tell em that boy alive Have ma carpet laid out when I arrive Too much pride I can never lose my drive I'm ma own boss n***a I can never lose my job Boutique size, love ma b**hes with thick thighs When that heat rise all you n***as get deep fried The weak die for you n***as to feed I highly underrated soon n***as will see why [Chorus:] Huned Thou just on the Jewels Big yatch live on a cruise White floors kick off your shoes Big bank you know that money rules Cheap n***as pouring out We bring that f**ing towing so we blow it out Dry clean, no shoes Ya'll n***as come prepared this here about to ooohz [Verse 2:] They stand around me mugged i'm there to perform Star 24/7 I know what i'm doing Destined for greatness mo f**a in know where i'm going Living outa ma luggage hoe I know when it's on New money you can't tell hoe I'm like a teen with that fresh outa Jail glow Low and a snap fitted Diesel and shell toe Smoke behind a tent too much wind make ma L blow Oh man I say here it's a brighter day here Easy 50K work for stones in this bouquet wear Tuck your little pistols, homie got a K here Homie bring them gangster n***as them n***as don't play fair You'll be gone a day here whatever you seen at All they wanna know is who they aiming this machine at Wherever the fiends at f** this sh** we product here Gotta hustle hard to get ma family the f** outa there [Chorus]