Money Make Me Cum lyrics

by

JAY-Z


(feat. Ebonylove)

[Girl: Talkin]
Dis for the trill b*tches f*ck a n*gga money make me come
Boss u betta tell em

[Rick Ross:]
I need a real b*tch 365 let her count the cheese let her see the pies
Some may say in foolish but we have a ball
She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond all the death threats cause I ol n*ggas
She told me get rest those are hoe n*ggas that's a real b*tch she had to show n*ggas cause I
Was blind to the fact she was a hoe n*gga I'm counting doe n*gga yea double count
Somthin c*m up short she'll point it out n*ggas try to holla she will point it out
She will catch a flight she will run a rout

[Chorus: x3]
We got grams in this b*tch girl come and get you some
Money make me come money money make me come

She a real b*tch so she gotta stunt she get her weaves done at least five times a month
She don't call em purses b*tch call em bags I don't know the names I no they cost some
Stacks she deserves this she serves her purpose she saves her juice box till it looks perfect
f*ck the ascamot f*ck with a astranaut I'm in the ghost streams nots in my ashy watch
I need a real b*tch[x2] ass like trina and the brain with the business I needs a real b*tch
She get ya what ya need she get ya what ya want she even roll ya weed

[Chorus]
I need a real b*tch 365 let her count the cheese let her see the pies
Some may say in foolish but we have a ball she make moves on my behalf when
I had no bond cop the big rich let her move in it condo around the corner with all the
Tools in it take her two minutes she'll be there and back buss her when u c that pretty
Face u betta lay flat

[Chorus: till it fades]

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