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Wes Banks - Money (feat. Chris O) Lyrics



Wes Banks - Money (feat. Chris O) Lyrics
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Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Make plays on the phone
Money money money money
I stay on the road
Money money money money
Get money fasho
Counting that money money money money
She stay on the pole
Counting that money money money money
She lay on the pole
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Get money fasho
Dummy dummy dummy dummy
You wifen' a hoe
Funny funny funny funny
We counting the dough
Getting that money money money money
She loving her role
No time for waiting on the money
She know i get up and go
Rollin the dope
Make moves on the low
Stay on the low
Move in and go
Moving the snow
She in love with the coke
She in love with the money
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Make plays on the phone
Money money money money
I stay on the road
Money money money money
Get money fasho
Counting that money money money money
She stay on the pole
Dummy dummy dummy dummy
You wifen' a hoe
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Get money fasho
When you really getting money money
You aint really gotta tell somebody
Paid in full so I'm feeling Lucky
Money out this world while I'm out of country
Did a lot of things for the cash
Just like money money money Mr. Crabs
Freddy Kruger niggas for the bag
Then go acting like we innocent
We aint really 'bout the chitter chat
Money chillin where the mouth is at
There you go again doubting that
You can doubt all day
Boy you doubting facts
Michael Jordan when I'm counting stacks
Liam Neeson while I'm taking racks
All this money got me in the gym
Cuz I'm printing paper like a mac
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Make plays on the phone
Money money money money
I stay on the road
Money money money money
Get money fasho
Six bad bitches, It's just me
They love wildin as a team
Lately I've been real lowkey
They was sleeping tempurpedic
Wasn't known for sippin lean
Cuz I sip brew
And tequila, Henny too
These hoes single with the crew
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Make plays on the phone
Money money money money
I stay on the road
Money money money money
Get money fasho
Counting that money money money money
She stay on the pole
Counting that money money money money
She lay on the pole
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Get money fasho
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Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Make plays on the phone
Money money money money
I stay on the road
Money money money money
Get money fasho
Counting that money money money money
She stay on the pole
Counting that money money money money
She lay on the pole
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Get money fasho
Dummy dummy dummy dummy
You wifen' a hoe
Funny funny funny funny
We counting the dough
Getting that money money money money
She loving her role
No time for waiting on the money
She know i get up and go
Rollin the dope
Make moves on the low
Stay on the low
Move in and go
Moving the snow
She in love with the coke
She in love with the money
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Make plays on the phone
Money money money money
I stay on the road
Money money money money
Get money fasho
Counting that money money money money
She stay on the pole
Dummy dummy dummy dummy
You wifen' a hoe
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Get money fasho
When you really getting money money
You aint really gotta tell somebody
Paid in full so I'm feeling Lucky
Money out this world while I'm out of country
Did a lot of things for the cash
Just like money money money Mr. Crabs
Freddy Kruger niggas for the bag
Then go acting like we innocent
We aint really 'bout the chitter chat
Money chillin where the mouth is at
There you go again doubting that
You can doubt all day
Boy you doubting facts
Michael Jordan when I'm counting stacks
Liam Neeson while I'm taking racks
All this money got me in the gym
Cuz I'm printing paper like a mac
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Make plays on the phone
Money money money money
I stay on the road
Money money money money
Get money fasho
Six bad bitches, It's just me
They love wildin as a team
Lately I've been real lowkey
They was sleeping tempurpedic
Wasn't known for sippin lean
Cuz I sip brew
And tequila, Henny too
These hoes single with the crew
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Make plays on the phone
Money money money money
I stay on the road
Money money money money
Get money fasho
Counting that money money money money
She stay on the pole
Counting that money money money money
She lay on the pole
Money money money money
Just counting the dough
Money money money money
Get money fasho
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Writer: Chris O'Neal, Wesley McCaulley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, LONG BREAD PUBLISHING

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Performed By: Wes Banks
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Chris O'Neal, Wesley McCaulley

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