WWE Shane McMahon Lyrics

[**Here Comes The Money**]

Here comes the money!
Here we go
Here comes the money!

Money (9x)
Dolla Dolla
Dolla Dolla

Ching ching, Bling Bling, cut the chatter
You ain't talking money then your talking don't matter
Ching ching, bling bling, patting pockets
We take the dolla dolla can't a d___ Oh stop it shock it

Here comes the new kid on the block
Hold all your bets here's where the buck stops
See first of all I am stepping out on my own
Bout time I elevated to claim my own thrown

Success in my blood Call it home grown
Pores reaking testosterone
Power and money got me crazy, c___y
No longer need you papi

I know your mad because you can't stop me
and if you wonder how this playa done scooped your honey
I think she smelled my cologne It's called brand new money
Making a move ain't a d___ thing funny
Pimping hood rats the Playboy Bunny

They see the Money, money, money (9x)
They Say Its
They Say Its
Money (9x)
Say What, Say What, Say What Money

I'm a global dolla dolla a roll without fitting
I like to go out smelling fresh and looking spiffy
I don't like clean money I want my riches to be filthy
Pops, with every time it's fun I can't touch until I'm sixty

So what am I suppose to do, rolling do
And their patting the pockets until I'm stuck holding you
Ching ching bling bling cashing cash lumps
In a four wheel getting a jacket I'm selling them out my trunk

Whatever whenever it takes a shake dolla dolla
And throw it in my direction holla holla
All want to know where they go when they're winning
I make the marshal money smelling just like a mint

(Chorus)

If you can't see the money, get your eyes cleaned with Visine
I need fine things I shop at seven digits at a time, see
Cheering chilling the best never worst
We never get the pebbles, we get the rocks first

Make bank vaults locking, ching ching
We mocking, we rocking
My families Christmas stockings are shocking
Find women any weather naughty dinners whatever

Son, I get better

I'm one smart cookie that bets and smacks rookies
My stocks are on top, your checks bounce while mine boogy
Wrists I must rock it chicks stop and I knock it
Cash it looks like I got a gang of fists in my pocket.

Money (9x)
Dolla Dolla
Dolla Dolla

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