"Money Flow" lyrics - THREE 6 MAFIA

THREE 6 MAFIA

"Money Flow"

feat. K-Rock

[Hook: Scarface sample]
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard
'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard
'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard
'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard
'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

[Verse 1: K-Rock, of Killa Klan Kaze]
So many my niggas keep reachin' the top of this mountain
So get what I do
K-Roc ain't go beg the believas
I'm fucking with the prophets, niggas that a felt me
Make a little rich with Third World Click
K-Rock ain't got no more
I'm on top this shit though, check this place
And I came with Juice Man can scratch
Tired of the scam, fucked up his chest
Alcatraz, give me some, plus I'm on the dub
They might know we on edge and why fuck the frown
While these groupie ass bitches be suckin' our dick
Prophet Posse we made it bitch
K-Roc we rockin' wit empty [?]
May kick in this shit that you can't understand
To bad that bitch is a want to be killa
We murder the bitch and fall out of the fame

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I got six digits on my bank statement, rock
Eight if you be includin' the two behind the dot
So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six
I spend a hundred GBs to artillerize this click
Candid cameras be in the trees
Of my domain
So I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that uzi mayne
Go low mass Suburban, uh, go low mass and Impala, nuh
I can brag for days but because you nosey hoes
I'm stoppin' uh

[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
Bitch rest rest out there finna crash like a lunatic
Is it to them bitch if finna give them tricks a cataract
Head back to bisac have they take him to woods
Them goons ate his body the body's no good
I would let that boy go but the ho just make me sick
Sick sick like a mad man when the woofers start blastin'
Here yee, here yee don't you see
I got that Three 6 Mafia and we're deeper than your faculty

[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]
I gotta get it while the gettin' is good
Yeah, you know the motto bitch
Out to get that cheddar
'Cause it's better when you havin' shit
Dollar signs is on my mind
Look into my fuckin' eyes, gettin' you hypnotized
Lettin' you know that Prophet on the rise
Why you fantasizin'? Visualize me as you Mrs?
I'm somewhere on that Moet and smokin' blunts is how I kick it
So niggas recognize that in this here niggas so don't you see
Comin' hard as thunder ready to rumble what's it gonna be

[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
Come on a journey on to the world
Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin'
This house of Scarecrow make headin'
To make it back home in the 21st century
We niggas keep letchin' the duration
The Three 6 [?] I punish
Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave
We leavin' no traces, we're paperchasin'
Don't maybe get to rockin'
Whit this motherfuckin' stock and facin' to the stock
And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop
Know what they croppin'
When we ride grand larceny tonight
You best be slidin' through Three 6 murderers
Creep form the black side

[Verse 6: Juicy J]
I got this plan, this plan to rob a man
Tell him we got plenty of white, get a nigga a key of sand
Take his fuckin' cheese, count them Gs, then go overseas
To them damn Columbians make them drop it off
Say nigga please
Back to the hood with them good from my niggas dope
Nothin' but the pure and that chronic that'll make you choke
I'm stugglin' in that paper chase
From day to day all in the crime
For you niggas snitchin proppin' dimes, I'm takin' care of mine