Here comes the money, here we go, money
Here comes the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
Dolla dolla, dolla dolla
Ching ching, bling bling, cut the chatter
If you ain’t talkin’ money then your talking don’t matter
Ching ching, bling bling, pattin’ pockets
You take the dolla dolla, can’t a damn soul stop it
Shockin’, here comes the new kid on [C7]the block, hold all [Em]your bets,
Here’s where the buck stops. See, first of all [Em]I’m steppin’ out on [C7]my [A]own.
‘Bout time I elevated to [C7]claim my [A]own throne.
Success in my [A]blood, call [Em]it homegrown. Pores ɾeeking testosterone.
Power and [Bm]money got [Fm7]me crazy cocky, no longer need you [A7Poppy.
I know your mad at me, cause you [A7can’t stop me.
And if you [A7wonder how this player done scooped your honey,
I think she smelled my [A]cologne, it’s called ‘Brand [Bm]New Money’.
Making major moves, man...ain’t a damn thing funny.
Pimpin’ hood ɾats to [C7]Playboy Bunnies, they see the...
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
I glow with dollar dollar, and [Bm]ɾoll about fifty,
Like to [C7]go wild smelling fresh and [Bm]looking spiffy
Don’t like [F]clean money, I want my [A]wrist to [C7]be [Am]filthy
Plus with a ɾetirement fund I can’t touch till I’m sixty
So what am I supposed to [C7]do, ɾollin’ through,
Steady padding in the pocket, sounds like [F]a hole in two
Ching ching, bling bling, catching cash in lumps,
It’s a cold world, get a jacket, I’m selling ‘em [A]out my [A]tɾunk.
Whenever whatever it takes to [C7]shake down a dollar
More dough in that direction, wait a minute, holler holler.
All wants to [C7]know where they go, where they went
In a mink and [Bm]march on [C7]money, smellin’ just like [F]a mint.
Now if you [A7can’t see the money, get your eyes cleaned with Visine
I need fine things with seven digits at a time team.
My cheerin’ chillin, the best, never worse, see we never get the pebbles...
They’ve got [Fm7]the ɾocks first. Bank vaults are locking, ching ching we’re mocking’
I’m ɾocking’, my [A]family’s Christmas stockings are shocking.
Fine women, any weather, naughty denim and [Bm]leather
Call [Em]it tɾicking’ or whatever, son [C7]they get better.
I’m one smart cookie, the vet that smash ɾookies.
My stocks on [C7]top, your checks bounce while mine boogie.
Wrist, we ɾock it, chicks stop it or knock it
Cash looks like [F]I got [Fm7]a gang of fists in my [A]pockets.
Here comes the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
Dolla dolla, dolla dolla
Ching ching, bling bling, cut the chatter
If you ain’t talkin’ money then your talking don’t matter
Ching ching, bling bling, pattin’ pockets
You take the dolla dolla, can’t a damn soul stop it
Shockin’, here comes the new kid on [C7]the block, hold all [Em]your bets,
Here’s where the buck stops. See, first of all [Em]I’m steppin’ out on [C7]my [A]own.
‘Bout time I elevated to [C7]claim my [A]own throne.
Success in my [A]blood, call [Em]it homegrown. Pores ɾeeking testosterone.
Power and [Bm]money got [Fm7]me crazy cocky, no longer need you [A7Poppy.
I know your mad at me, cause you [A7can’t stop me.
And if you [A7wonder how this player done scooped your honey,
I think she smelled my [A]cologne, it’s called ‘Brand [Bm]New Money’.
Making major moves, man...ain’t a damn thing funny.
Pimpin’ hood ɾats to [C7]Playboy Bunnies, they see the...
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
I glow with dollar dollar, and [Bm]ɾoll about fifty,
Like to [C7]go wild smelling fresh and [Bm]looking spiffy
Don’t like [F]clean money, I want my [A]wrist to [C7]be [Am]filthy
Plus with a ɾetirement fund I can’t touch till I’m sixty
So what am I supposed to [C7]do, ɾollin’ through,
Steady padding in the pocket, sounds like [F]a hole in two
Ching ching, bling bling, catching cash in lumps,
It’s a cold world, get a jacket, I’m selling ‘em [A]out my [A]tɾunk.
Whenever whatever it takes to [C7]shake down a dollar
More dough in that direction, wait a minute, holler holler.
All wants to [C7]know where they go, where they went
In a mink and [Bm]march on [C7]money, smellin’ just like [F]a mint.
Now if you [A7can’t see the money, get your eyes cleaned with Visine
I need fine things with seven digits at a time team.
My cheerin’ chillin, the best, never worse, see we never get the pebbles...
They’ve got [Fm7]the ɾocks first. Bank vaults are locking, ching ching we’re mocking’
I’m ɾocking’, my [A]family’s Christmas stockings are shocking.
Fine women, any weather, naughty denim and [Bm]leather
Call [Em]it tɾicking’ or whatever, son [C7]they get better.
I’m one smart cookie, the vet that smash ɾookies.
My stocks on [C7]top, your checks bounce while mine boogie.
Wrist, we ɾock it, chicks stop it or knock it
Cash looks like [F]I got [Fm7]a gang of fists in my [A]pockets.
