Manolo Rose - All About The Money lyrics

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Manolo Rose - All About The Money lyrics

[Produced by: Roofeeo] [Intro]: DJ's gonna k** this part Roofeeo on the beat Troy Ave make the Cypher complete Manolo! [Hook: Manolo] You never seen nothing like this, splash brothers with the aim I wish a n***a would boy A n***a sleeping with your misses n***a call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my sh** boy I'm CP3 cuz I'll be dishin' and handlin' the rock Chef cooking with the pot boy It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money [Verse 1: Troy Ave] I be in the hood, drop Wrangler Toilet paper in my Porsche cause I'm sh**tin' 94th and Willmohr in the kitchen Cooking birds n***as saying thanks for giving Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin' [2x] Won't reply to you n***as sneak dissin' s** a dick when you see me know I'm grippin' [Hook - Manolo] You never seen nothing like this, splash brothers with the aim I wish a n***a would boy A n***a sleeping with your misses n***a call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my sh** boy I'm CP3 cuz I'll be dishin' and handlin' the rock Chef cooking with the pot boy It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money [Verse 2: Troy Ave] No limit to my money I should get a tank They walk me through the back entering the bank Base running Aaron so I'm giving hank That's a hit had him hit leave the n***a planking He got six feet, I got six figures Nothing less but six shot coming off the hip Life's a trip, life a gamble, I'm a big chipper 1000 dollar hand wrist glitter b**h n***a [Hook - Manolo] You never seen nothing like this, splash brothers with the aim I wish a n***a would boy A n***a sleeping with your misses n***a call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my sh** boy I'm CP3 cuz I'll be dishin' and handlin' the rock Chef cooking with the pot boy It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money [Verse 3: Young Lito] More money, more problem B.I.G. said it best If you got a problem with me better wear a vest Or feel these f**ing hot slug flying out the Tec I put a couple hot slugs all in your chest I be strapped like them white boys that climb rocks One call I have a n***a in a pine box Young Lito man I'm known for selling dime rocks My b**h a dime but I still let a nine pop [Hook - Manolo] You never seen nothing like this, splash brothers with the aim I wish a n***a would boy A n***a sleeping with your misses n***a call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my sh** boy I'm CP3 cuz I'll be dishin' and handlin' the rock Chef cooking with the pot boy It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money It's all about the motherf**ing money

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