WWF - Here Comes The Money Shane Mcmahon Lyrics

Here Comes The Money

Here We Go

Money Talks

Here Comes The Money



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Money,Money,Money,Money,Money,Money,Money,Money,Money



Dolla,Dolla Dolla,Dolla



Ching Ching Bling Bling Cut The Chatter

If You Ain't Talking Money Than Your Talking Don't Matter

Ching Ching Bling Bling Patting Pockets

We Take The Dolla Dolla Can't A Damn Oh Stop It Shock It

Here Comes The New Kid On The Block

Hold Dogs The Best The Bucks They Don't Stop



See First I'm Out Pimping On My Own

Bought Time I Elevate To Claim My Own Throne

Success In My Blood Call It Home Grown

Pores Reaking Test Sto To Roam

Moneys Got Me Crazy Cocky No Longer Need You Poppy

I Know You're Mad Because You Can't Stop Me



And If You Wonder How This Playa And Scoutchs A Honey

I Say Gee Smell My Colone It's Called "Brand New Money"

Making A Move Ain't A Damn Thing Funny

Pimping Hood Rats The Playboy Bunny

They See The....

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I'm A Global Dolla Dolla A Roll WithoutFitting

I Like To Go Out smelling Fresh And Looking Spiffy

I Dont't Like Clean Money I Want My Wrist To Be Filthy

Pops, With Every Time It's Fun i Can't Touch Until I'm Sixy



So What Am I Suppose To Do,Rolling Do

And Their Patting The Pockets Until I'm Stuck Holding You

Ching Ching Bling Bling Cashing Cash Lumps

In A Four Whell Getting A Jacket I'm Selling 'Em Out My Trunk



Whatever Whenever It Takes A Shake Dolla Dolla

And Throw It In MY Direction Holla Holla

All Want To Know Where They Go When They're Winning

I Make The Marshel Money Smelling Juat Like A Mint

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If You Can't See The Money Get Your Eyes Cleaned With Fyzine

I Need Fine Things I Shop At Seven Digits At A Time See

Cheering Chilling The Best Never Worst

We Never Got The Pebbles We Got The Rocks First



Make Bank Volts Locking Ching Ching

We Mocking We Rocking

My Families Christmas Stockings Are Shocking

Find Women Any Weather Naughty Dinners Whatever

Sun, I Get Better



I'm One Smart Cookie That Bets And Smacks Rookies

My Stocks Are On Top Your Checks Bounce While Mine Boogy

Wrists I Must Rock It Chicks Stop And I Knock It

Cash It Looks Like I Got A Gang Of Fists In My Pocket

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