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Here Comes The Money

This song is by Naughty By Nature and appears on the compilation RAW (2007).

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
At the check out

If you ain't talkin' money
Then your talkin' don't matter

Ching ching
Bling bling
Packin' pocket

You make the dolla, dolla
Can't a damn soul stop it

Uh

Shock it
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 home grown
Roid 'reaking testosterone

Power and money got me crazy, cocky
No longer need ya poppy
I know you're mad at me because you can't stop me
And if you wonder how this player done scooped your honey
I think she smelled on
C'mon
It's called brand new money
Ain't a damn thing funny
Pimpin' hood rats and Playboy Bunnies
They see the

Money money
Money money
Money money
Money money
Money

They see it
They see it

Money money
Money money
Money money
Money money
Money

Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Money

I'm global dolla, dolla
And roll without pitty
I like to go out smellin' fresh
And lookin' spiffy

Don't like clean money
I want my riches to be filthy
'Cause with that retirement fund
I can't touch till I'm sixty

So what am I supposed to do?
Roll in two
Stand there pattin' the pockets
Till I'm stackin' only two

Ching ching
Bling bling
Got the cash and loan
Look 'cause I'm throwin' in the jackets
And I'm sellin' 'em out of my trunk

Whenever
Whatever

It takes a shake dolla dolla
Although in that direction
Wait a minute
Holla holla
All wants to know
Where they go
Where they went
And I'm makin' just some money
Smellin' just like a mint


Money money
Money money
Money money
Money money
Money

Uh

And if you can't see the money
Get your eyes cleaned with Visine
I need line clinches that ditches out and dancin'
My children's chillin' the best never worse
And if they never get the pebbles they got the rocks first
There goes the lockets (ching, ching) they're mockin'
They're rockin'
My family's Christmas stocking's are shocking

Fine women any matter no don't need them
Whether call 'em "chicken" (whatever)
Sunday get better
I want more cookin' to bet this match lookin'
My stock's on top your checks bounce while mine boogie
Wrists are all muggin' chicks stop for my nuggets
Looks like I gotta gang a fist in my pocket

Here comes the money
Fist in my
Fist in my
Fist in my pocket
Fist in my pocket

Here comes the money
Uh

Money money
Money money
Money money
Money money
Money

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