Money Make Me Come lyrics

by

Trick Daddy


[Intro: EbonyLove]
This for the trill b*tches
f*ck a n*gga, money make me come
Boss, you better tell 'em

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I needs a real b*tch, 365
Let her count the cheese, let her see the pies
Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond
She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond
All the death threats 'cause I owe 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 countin' dough, n*gga she a double count
Somethin' come up short, she'll point it out
n*ggas try to holla, she'll point it out
She'll catch a flight, she'll run a route

[Chorus: Rick Ross & EbonyLove]
We got grands in this b*tch, girl come and get you some
Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
She a real b*tch so she gotta stunt
She get her weave 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 know they cost some stacks
She deserve this, she serves her purpose
She shaves her juice box 'til it look perfect
f*ck the Aston Mar, f*ck with a astronaut
I'm in the gulf streams, nuts in my Acid watch
I needs a real b*tch, I needs a real b*tch
Ass like Trina and the brains is the business
I needs a real b*tch, she get ya what ya need
She get ya what ya want, she'll even roll ya weed
[Chorus: Rick Ross & EbonyLove]
We got grands in this b*tch, girl come and get you some
Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I needs a real b*tch, 365
Let her count the cheese, can't believe her eyes
Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond
She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond
Cop the big Range, let her move in it
The condo round the corner with all the tools in it
Take her two minutes, she'll be there and back
So when you see that pretty face, you better lay ya flat

[Chorus: Rick Ross & EbonyLove]
We got grands in this b*tch, girl come and get you some
Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come
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