Dmx - Money Money Money lyrics

[Intro: DMX & Moneybagg Yo] Grr C'mon (Go) [Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo & DMX] Ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all A ni**a showin' me how to go get it, that's somethin' I can't recall (What?) How you never did nothing for me but tell me one for all? "How the fu*k you run up all them Ms without a Adderall?" (Uh) That's what they ask me, came up from nothin' now I'm established (Made) Reach for these karats and get your ears stretched, silly rabbit (Played) I'm a dog, all bite, no bark (Grr), no fear in my heart Lambo truck with the stars, I paid two hundred some' large Money, b*tches and chains (Ice), ni**as jackin' the slang Rose gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain (Pipin') Rolls-Royce Cullinan today 'cause it might rain (C'mon) That sh*t came with an umbrella, trap jumpin' like Coachella (Woo) I'm sippin' on some clean, half my money still dirty (Woah) They know I got a b*tch, but these hoes still flirtin' (So?) I'm in the field pissed, feel like Mike Vick, I'm quarter backin' We be talkin' slick so charges don't stick, never lackin' (C'mon) [Chorus: DMX] Money, money, money (Uh), b*tches, b*tches, b*tches (What?) All these fu*king killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches) A dollar ain't got a fu*king thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b*tch is (Woo, c'mon) Money, money, money (Money), b*tches, b*tches, b*tches (b*tches) All these fu*king killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Raow) A dollar ain't got a fu*king thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b*tch is (Woo) [Verse 2: DMX] When the dog get hungry, the dog gon' eat That's when I slide my plate right under a ni**a feet Like the lines in the road, I get down in the street Come through like "brrap," put them cats to sleep Stay with the heat, cook ni**as (Uh), shook ni**as (Uh) Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook ni**as (Uh, uh) We off the hook, ni**a (What up?), everybody strip (Yeah) Everybody get down 'cause my ni**as flip (Raow) On Jake ni**as, fake ni**as, snake ni**as (Uh) Make ni**as rape ni**as, I hate ni**as (Uh) Talking that riff-raff, get back (What?) They call me "Extortion", ni**a, I get half (Woo) [Chorus: DMX] Money, money, money (Money), b*tches, b*tches, b*tches (b*tches) All these fu*king killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches) A dollar ain't got a fu*king thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b*tch is (C'mon) Money, money, money (Money), b*tches, b*tches, b*tches (b*tches) All these fu*king killers (C'mon), but the jail's full of snitches (What?) A dollar ain't got a fu*king thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a b*tch is (Woo)