D.J. Paul - Money Flow lyrics

[Verse 1: K-Rock, of k**a Klan Kaze] So many, my n***as Keep reachin' the top of this mountain So can what I do K-Roc ain't go beg the believas I'm from where the prophets n***as that a felt me Make a little rich with Third World Click K-Roc ain't got no more I'm on top this sh** though Check this place Am I came with Juice Man can scratch Tired of the scam f**ed up his chest Alcatraz gimisum Plus I'm on the dub They might know we on edge And why f** the frown While these groupie a** b**hes be s**in' our dick Prophet Posse we made it b**h K-Roc we rockin' wit empty (??) May kick in this sh** that you can't understand To bad that b**h is a want to be k**a We murder the b**h 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 g-b's 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 manne Go low ma** Suburban, uh Go low ma** and Impala, nuh I can brag for days But because you nosie hoes I'm stoppin' uh [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] b**h rest rest Out there finna crash like a lunatic Is it to them b**h If finna get em' Tricks with cataract Head back to bisac Have they take him to woods Them goose 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 here we're deeper than your faculty [Hook 4X] Sportin j**elry and the syndicate We rollin' hard Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] I gotta get it While the gettin' is good Yeah, you know the motto b**h Out to get that chedder Cause it's better when you havin' sh** Dollar signs is on my mind Look into my f**in' 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 mowett And smokin' blunts Is how I kick it So n***as recognize that in this here n***as 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 n***a be hearin' This house of Scarecrow make headin' To make it back home in the 21st century We n***as keep letchin' the duration The Three 6 (??) I punish Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave We leavin' no traces Were paperchasin' Don't maybe get to rockin' Whit this motherf**in' 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 n***a a key of sand Take his f**in' cheese Count them g's Then go overseas To them damn Columbians make them drop it off Say n***a please Back to the hood With them good From my n***as dope Nothin' but the pure And that chronic that'll make you choke I'm stugglin' in that paperchase From day to day All in the crime For you n***as snitchin' Proppin' dimes I'm takin' care of mine [Hook 4X]