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WWE: Here Comes the Money (Shane McMahon)
WWE • Jim Johnston
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Here comes the money
Here we go, money talks
Here comes the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Dolla dolla, dolla dolla
Ching ching, bling bling, cut the chatter
If you ain't talkin' money then your talking don't matter
Ching ching, bling bling, pattin' pockets
You take the dolla dolla, can't a damn soul stop it
Shockin', here comes the new kid on the block
Hold all your bets
Here's where the buck stops
See, first of all I'm steppin' out on my own
Bout time I elevated to claim my own throne
Success in my blood, call it homegrown
Pores reeking testosterone
Power and money got me crazy cocky, no longer need you Poppy
I know your mad at me, cause you can't stop me
And if you wonder how this player done scooped your honey
I think she smelled my cologne, it's called 'Brand New Money'
Making major moves, man... ain't a damn thing funny
Pimpin' hood rats to Playboy Bunnies, they see the
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
They say it's, They say it's
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Say what, say what, say what... money
I glow with dollar dollar, and roll about fifty
Like to go wild smelling fresh and looking spiffy
Don't like clean money, I want my wrist to be filthy
Plus with a retirement fund I can't touch till I'm sixty
So what am I supposed to do, rollin' through
Steady padding in the pocket, sounds like a hole in two
Ching ching, bling bling, catching cash in lumps
It's a cold world, get a jacket, I'm selling 'em out my trunk
Whenever whatever it takes to shake down a dollar
More dough in that direction, wait a minute, holler holler
All wants to know where they go, where they went
In a mink and march on money, smelling just like a mint
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Now if you can't see the money, get your eyes cleaned with Visine
I need fine things with seven digits at a time team
My cheerin' chillin, the best, never worse, see we never get the pebbles
They've got the rocks first
Bank vaults are locking, ching ching we're mocking'
I'm rocking', my family's Christmas stockings are shocking
Fine women, any weather, naughty denim and leather
Call it tricking' or whatever, son they get better
I'm one smart cookie, the vet that smash rookies
My stocks on top, your checks bounce while mine boogie
Wrist, we rock it, chicks stop it or knock it
Cash looks like I got a gang of fists in my pockets
Here comes the money
Here comes the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money