Money Flow Lyrics
| Song | Money Flow |
| Artist | Do or Die |
| Album | Picture This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cullins, Round, Round, Smith | |
| Now for some typical reason | |
| I'm rollin up some hoes, and pattin my back seat, hah | |
| My pimpin lyrical tactics, is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress | |
| Now flex this | |
| Verse one: tung twista | |
| Now i just be | |
| On the front porch, with a torch, ready to scorch | |
| Two women peepin me cause really i'm gone | |
| In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me | |
| Keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy i'm on | |
| They can see i'm a cool muh*************a kickin the petty | |
| Down with a tango on my razor fade | |
| Peanut butter complexion to silly processions | |
| Of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade | |
| Like a game of spades, crack the bull*************t | |
| These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid | |
| Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti | |
| Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age? | |
| Two players in the chi, you're thinkin do or die | |
| You and i can be naked cause i'm the love that you've been thinkin of | |
| The style of flow is a vocal calico | |
| To show you with the mic i be speakin love, what's the words, weak and numb | |
| Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock | |
| Try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts | |
| Sippin after shock | |
| I ball cause i see you all on rap-a-lot | |
| Let's get parley and then crack the spot | |
| Plenty henny for my crew and i ain't even broke up half a knot | |
| Keep on holdin me while i roll to be we can smoke or ride | |
| And you can play with me to keep the passion hot | |
| Don't you know how the money flow | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don't you know, how the money flow | |
| Don't you know, how the money flow | |
| Verse two: belo | |
| Mmmm, now they peep a brother rolex | |
| Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech | |
| Money clean like windex | |
| Givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check | |
| Hoe flex i'm on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew | |
| So i see if i can have a fruit | |
| A peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you | |
| She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around | |
| Smokin trees till the leaves come down | |
| She be clothed ain't a skeezer now, show em the paper | |
| That be caught up at your crib with your pantses down | |
| But money maker want a triple take | |
| Look at the ************* with the endless dividends of heavyweight | |
| See him ridin in the c-a, d-i, double-l, a-c | |
| Always checkin paper in tall ways | |
| Pull em off the sprawlways | |
| Herd a couple hoes in clothes and i'm supposed to be all day | |
| Parley parley, dog that's how the money flow | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don't you know, how the money flow | |
| Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o | |
| Don't you know | |
| Verse three: ak-47 | |
| Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window | |
| Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow | |
| Gettin paid as the night go | |
| I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at | |
| Where's the place that you live at? | |
| Hit you on the phone till you be all alone | |
| So we can get it on baby just kick back | |
| Swiggin brews and perrier | |
| Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do | |
| Ak (to where) to the pen | |
| And to tell all my *************z to keep it strong | |
| They ain't got long (to what) to see | |
| Where the *************z is kick it where a ************* kick it | |
| Go where i go cadillac to the show | |
| Po pimp ************* the dough hit the stage and become wicked | |
| Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout | |
| Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out | |
| I'ma pull my surprise out | |
| Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin | |
| Deep in chicago, been doin this since the nine-oh | |
| Comin up put a number on fryin hoes | |
| Let the money flow | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don't you know, how the money flow | |
| Don't you know, how the money flow | |
| Don't you know, how the money flow | |
| Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o | |
| Verse four: nard | |
| Now for some typical reason i'm rollin up with a hoe | |
| And i'm pattin my back seat | |
| I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat | |
| Never could i come flexless, when i wreck *************t | |
| Then be dip through the chi and enjoy my lexus | |
| Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed *************t | |
| Why you waitin for the next kid, mother****** | |
| Makin money just wanted to take a little get the ************* wet | |
| Get my girl in bed | |
| Spend my money in the southern, mother******s | |
| That's thuggerin, but i'ma come from the heart for start | |
| To stop all the *************z the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends | |
| Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in | |
| Till money flow like a dreamland | |
| But really though, could you tell me how the money flow? | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don't you know, how the money flow | |
| Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o | |
| Don't you know, how the money flow | |
| Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o |
| zuo ci : Cullins, Round, Round, Smith | |
| Now for some typical reason | |
| I' m rollin up some hoes, and pattin my back seat, hah | |
| My pimpin lyrical tactics, is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress | |
| Now flex this | |
| Verse one: tung twista | |
| Now i just be | |
| On the front porch, with a torch, ready to scorch | |
| Two women peepin me cause really i' m gone | |
| In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me | |
| Keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy i' m on | |
| They can see i' m a cool muh a kickin the petty | |
| Down with a tango on my razor fade | |
| Peanut butter complexion to silly processions | |
| Of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade | |
| Like a game of spades, crack the bull t | |
| These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid | |
| Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti | |
| Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age? | |
| Two players in the chi, you' re thinkin do or die | |
| You and i can be naked cause i' m the love that you' ve been thinkin of | |
| The style of flow is a vocal calico | |
| To show you with the mic i be speakin love, what' s the words, weak and numb | |
| Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock | |
| Try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts | |
| Sippin after shock | |
| I ball cause i see you all on rapalot | |
| Let' s get parley and then crack the spot | |
| Plenty henny for my crew and i ain' t even broke up half a knot | |
| Keep on holdin me while i roll to be we can smoke or ride | |
| And you can play with me to keep the passion hot | |
| Don' t you know how the money flow | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Verse two: belo | |
| Mmmm, now they peep a brother rolex | |
| Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech | |
| Money clean like windex | |
| Givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check | |
| Hoe flex i' m on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew | |
| So i see if i can have a fruit | |
| A peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you | |
| She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around | |
| Smokin trees till the leaves come down | |
| She be clothed ain' t a skeezer now, show em the paper | |
| That be caught up at your crib with your pantses down | |
| But money maker want a triple take | |
| Look at the with the endless dividends of heavyweight | |
| See him ridin in the ca, di, doublel, ac | |
| Always checkin paper in tall ways | |
| Pull em off the sprawlways | |
| Herd a couple hoes in clothes and i' m supposed to be all day | |
| Parley parley, dog that' s how the money flow | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how we do it in the ' o | |
| Don' t you know | |
| Verse three: ak47 | |
| Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window | |
| Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow | |
| Gettin paid as the night go | |
| I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at | |
| Where' s the place that you live at? | |
| Hit you on the phone till you be all alone | |
| So we can get it on baby just kick back | |
| Swiggin brews and perrier | |
| Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do | |
| Ak to where to the pen | |
| And to tell all my z to keep it strong | |
| They ain' t got long to what to see | |
| Where the z is kick it where a kick it | |
| Go where i go cadillac to the show | |
| Po pimp the dough hit the stage and become wicked | |
| Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout | |
| Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out | |
| I' ma pull my surprise out | |
| Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin | |
| Deep in chicago, been doin this since the nineoh | |
| Comin up put a number on fryin hoes | |
| Let the money flow | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how we do it in the ' o | |
| Verse four: nard | |
| Now for some typical reason i' m rollin up with a hoe | |
| And i' m pattin my back seat | |
| I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat | |
| Never could i come flexless, when i wreck t | |
| Then be dip through the chi and enjoy my lexus | |
| Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed t | |
| Why you waitin for the next kid, mother | |
| Makin money just wanted to take a little get the wet | |
| Get my girl in bed | |
| Spend my money in the southern, mother s | |
| That' s thuggerin, but i' ma come from the heart for start | |
| To stop all the z the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends | |
| Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in | |
| Till money flow like a dreamland | |
| But really though, could you tell me how the money flow? | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how we do it in the ' o | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how we do it in the ' o |
| zuò cí : Cullins, Round, Round, Smith | |
| Now for some typical reason | |
| I' m rollin up some hoes, and pattin my back seat, hah | |
| My pimpin lyrical tactics, is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress | |
| Now flex this | |
| Verse one: tung twista | |
| Now i just be | |
| On the front porch, with a torch, ready to scorch | |
| Two women peepin me cause really i' m gone | |
| In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me | |
| Keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy i' m on | |
| They can see i' m a cool muh a kickin the petty | |
| Down with a tango on my razor fade | |
| Peanut butter complexion to silly processions | |
| Of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade | |
| Like a game of spades, crack the bull t | |
| These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid | |
| Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti | |
| Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age? | |
| Two players in the chi, you' re thinkin do or die | |
| You and i can be naked cause i' m the love that you' ve been thinkin of | |
| The style of flow is a vocal calico | |
| To show you with the mic i be speakin love, what' s the words, weak and numb | |
| Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock | |
| Try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts | |
| Sippin after shock | |
| I ball cause i see you all on rapalot | |
| Let' s get parley and then crack the spot | |
| Plenty henny for my crew and i ain' t even broke up half a knot | |
| Keep on holdin me while i roll to be we can smoke or ride | |
| And you can play with me to keep the passion hot | |
| Don' t you know how the money flow | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Verse two: belo | |
| Mmmm, now they peep a brother rolex | |
| Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech | |
| Money clean like windex | |
| Givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check | |
| Hoe flex i' m on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew | |
| So i see if i can have a fruit | |
| A peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you | |
| She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around | |
| Smokin trees till the leaves come down | |
| She be clothed ain' t a skeezer now, show em the paper | |
| That be caught up at your crib with your pantses down | |
| But money maker want a triple take | |
| Look at the with the endless dividends of heavyweight | |
| See him ridin in the ca, di, doublel, ac | |
| Always checkin paper in tall ways | |
| Pull em off the sprawlways | |
| Herd a couple hoes in clothes and i' m supposed to be all day | |
| Parley parley, dog that' s how the money flow | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how we do it in the ' o | |
| Don' t you know | |
| Verse three: ak47 | |
| Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window | |
| Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow | |
| Gettin paid as the night go | |
| I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at | |
| Where' s the place that you live at? | |
| Hit you on the phone till you be all alone | |
| So we can get it on baby just kick back | |
| Swiggin brews and perrier | |
| Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do | |
| Ak to where to the pen | |
| And to tell all my z to keep it strong | |
| They ain' t got long to what to see | |
| Where the z is kick it where a kick it | |
| Go where i go cadillac to the show | |
| Po pimp the dough hit the stage and become wicked | |
| Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout | |
| Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out | |
| I' ma pull my surprise out | |
| Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin | |
| Deep in chicago, been doin this since the nineoh | |
| Comin up put a number on fryin hoes | |
| Let the money flow | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how we do it in the ' o | |
| Verse four: nard | |
| Now for some typical reason i' m rollin up with a hoe | |
| And i' m pattin my back seat | |
| I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat | |
| Never could i come flexless, when i wreck t | |
| Then be dip through the chi and enjoy my lexus | |
| Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed t | |
| Why you waitin for the next kid, mother | |
| Makin money just wanted to take a little get the wet | |
| Get my girl in bed | |
| Spend my money in the southern, mother s | |
| That' s thuggerin, but i' ma come from the heart for start | |
| To stop all the z the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends | |
| Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in | |
| Till money flow like a dreamland | |
| But really though, could you tell me how the money flow? | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how we do it in the ' o | |
| Don' t you know, how the money flow | |
| Don' t you know, how we do it in the ' o |
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