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Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · Money Money 2020 [Bonus Tracks] (The Network) · Gettin' Money (The Get Money Remix) (Junior M.A.F.I.A.) · Money Money 2020 (The Network) · Money Money 2020 - 180g Blue Vinyl (The Network) · We Are Money Money (Money Money) · Money Money 2020 (The Network) · We Are Money Money (Money Money) · She Works Hard for the Money [DVD] (Donna Summer) – and 90 other albums »


of told them I'm a real mutherfuckin pimp

Chorus 2(2x)

La Chat:Gucci Boots and the suits
Is the clothes
Juicy J:Like a pimp
La Chat:Keep the money not
to be the boss
Tough bitch
Probably would've thought she played lacrosse
He keep being soft with her Heart broken all the time
Once a money to fucking
Game throw his money in the sky

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money
In the back, I relax with all
got money to do it

Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan
flat
Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped

[Chorus]
My money, money, money, my b**** is my money
Ohhh money you my honey
through so much money, so, s-so much money,
Thumbin' through so much money that I need three hands to count it

Say Juicy J must know magic, all these
and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this

Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J 
Say
they be lookin at me pissed
Maybe just becuz I ball ridin eight or nine whips
And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin no bitch
When I was broke
bring three, I got drugs, I got drinks
Bend it over, Juicy J gon' poke it like wet paint
You say no to ratchet pussy, Juicy J can't
Racks errwhere, they
if she like it I buy it
Tryna take her ghetto chic and put her up on designer
She don't fuck with the buyers, all she know is suppliers
How to watch
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Nate Dogg]
She was just a groupie (She just a groupie)
She was just a groupie
She was just a groupie (All she wanted was
can't touch it g
See me don't speak ain't nothin g
I'm in my zone nigga don't fuck with me AYE

Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All
real good 
She'll give you money, feel up your tummy 
House full of kids, parents all schummy 
Once had a down, backyard ground 
Hit it from the back
out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin' product

Chorus

Verse 4
[juicy j]
Now it is time to get rough with the drama
Bitches you cannot escape from
of mill
Juicy J got bank like uncle Phil
Keep snow bunnies that like popping pills
Keep a double cup, I like cracking seals
Y'all niggas shit, I'm still
of these motherfucking knots
Juicy J when I killed that pussy, she don’t call the cops
Shawty such a dope bitch, got me watching out for the 'narks
LA
He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J?
Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match
Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back

And ever since
J]
Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill
Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville
See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like
and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this

Say go D-J, 'cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, 'cause that's my D-J
Say
Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this

[Chorus]
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J
All I'm trying to say
Is all I wanted was you

I tried so hard to remember
Where when how why love went away
I tried to drown myself in pity
But
to have it
I said just forget it
Its too crabby
Know a little freak in hollywood
Sucks on dick
Does it real good
She'll give you money
Fill up your
Carlo
Pissin on they CDs thought they really wanted beef
Now they back there bleedin from they head to they stanky feet believe it

[Verse 3: Juicy J
feat. Project Pat, Pimp see
[Chorus 1 (2x)]
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes
Like a pimp
Keep the money not folded in a roll
Like a pimp
what I get, what would you say?
She wax it all off, Mister Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari

Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper