Money Flow - Three 6 Mafia: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Money Flow

72Hip-Hop/Rap1996

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Money Flow was released on December 3, 1996 by Prophet Entertainment as a part of the album The End

December 3, 1996

LabelProphet Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

BPM72

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Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

So many of my **** keep reachin' the top of this mountain

So get what I do, K-Rock ain't go back to the unbelievas

I'm fucking with the Prophets, **** that have felt me

Make a little rich with Third World Click

K-Rock ain't got no more, I'm on top of this shit though

Check this place, and I came with Juice Manne, can scratch

'Caught them instead, fucked them bitches

Hennessy, give me some, plus I'm on the dub

They might know when I'm on edge and why fuck the frown

While these groupie ass bitches be suckin' our dick

Prophet Posse, we made it bitch

K-Rock, we're rockin' with MC Mack and Scan Man

Kickin' this shit that you can't understand

Too bad that bitch is a wannabe killa

We murdered a bitch and fell out of the van

I got six digits on my bank statement, Rock

Eight, if you feel like including the two behind the dot

So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six

I spend a hundred GBs to artillerize this click

Candid cameras be's in the trees, of my domain

So I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that Uzi, mayne

Go low-mile Suburban, uh, go low-mile Impala, nuh

I can brag for days, but because you nosey hoes

I'm stoppin' uh

Bitch rest rest out there finna crash like a lunatic

Is it to them bitch, if finna give them tricks a cataract

Head back to bizzach, have them take him to the woods

Them goons 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', makin' prophecy

Here yee, here yee don't you see?

I got that Three 6 Mafia, and we're deeper than your faculty

Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

I gotta get it while the gettin' is good

Yeah, you know the motto bitch

Out to get that cheddar, 'cause it's better when you havin' shit

Dollar signs is on my mind, look into my fuckin' eyes

Gettin' you hypnotized, lettin' you know that Prophet on the rise

Why you fantasizin'? Visualize me as your Mrs?

I'm somewhere on that Moët and smokin' blunts is how I kick it

So **** recognize that in this here **** so don't you see

Comin' hard as thunder, ready to rumble, what's it gonna be

Come on a journey on to the world

Or do you know by the way when the **** be leaving'

This house of Scarecrow makes sure he who

Not make it back home in the 21st century

Witness the last generation, the Three 6 is my devilation

I punish your facing the ready to place dead graves behave

We leavin' no traces, when paperchasin'

Don't make me get to rockin'

With this motherfuckin' Glock and face under the stocking

Open sesame, my forty thieves done a chop and no window croppin'

When we ride grand larceny tonight

You best-a be slidin' through Three 6 murderers, creep from the black side

I got this plan, this plan to rob a man

Tell him we got plenty of white, get a **** a key of sand

Take his fuckin' cheese, count them G's, then go overseas

To them, damn Colombians make them drop it off, say ****, please

Back to the hood with them goods from my **** dope

Nothin' but the pure and that chronic that'll make you choke

I'm strugglin' in that paper chase from day to day, I win the crime

For you **** snitchin' droppin' dimes, I'm takin' care of mine

Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard

'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

Written by: Anthony Round, Darnell Smith, Dennis Round, Do or Die, Samuel Lindley, Simon Cullins

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