Three 6 Mafia - Money Flow

So many, my
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
that a felt me
Make a little rich with a thug (??) click
K-Roc ain't got no more
I'm on top this s**t though
Check this place
Am I came with Juice Man can scratch
Tired of the scam
fked up his chest
Heavens gonna give me some
Plus I'm on the dub
They might know we on edge
And why fk the frown
Wonder where gooby at
b*tch if you suckin' that d*ck
Prophet Posse we made it b*tch
K-Roc we rockin' wit empty (??)
May kick in this s**t that you can't understand
To bad that b*tch is a want to be killa
We murder the b*tch and fall out of the fame

I got six digits on my bank statement, rock
Eight if you be like includin'
The two behnd the dot
So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six
I spend a hundred g-b's
To Itenerize this click
Candid cameras, bees in the trees
Of my domain
So I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that oozy man
Go low mass Suburban, uh
Go low mass and Impala, nuh
I can brag for days
But because you nosie hoes
I'm stoppin' uh

b*tch rest rest
Out there finna crash like a lunatic
Is it to them b*tch
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
Now I would let them buck him
But the hoe 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
Were deeper than your faculty

Chorus x4
Sport wood cherry in the cemetery
Were blowin' hard
Cuase it aint nothin'
But the money flow in this camp

I gotta get it
While the gettin' is good
Yeah, you know the motto b*tch
Out to set that chedder
Cause it's better when you havin' s**t
Dollar signs is on my mind
Look into my fkin' eyes
Gettin' you hypnotized
Lettin' you know that Prophet is 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 recognize that in this here
So don't you see
Comin' hard as thunder
Ready to rumble
What's it gonna be

(lord infamous)
Come on a journey
On to the world
Or do you know about where the nigg* be hearin'
This house of Scarecrow make headin' to make it back home in the 21st
century
We 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 motherfkin' 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


I got this plan
This plan to rob a man
Tell him we got plenty of white
Get a nigg* a key of sand
Take his fkin' cheese
Count them g's
Then go overseas
to them colonies make them drop it off
Say nigg* please
Back to the hood
With them good
From my 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 snitchin'
Droppin' dimes
I'm takin' care of mine

Chorus x4

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