Letra Money flow (k-rock, killa klan kaze) de Three 6 Mafia

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Money flow (k-rock, killa klan kaze)

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

I got six digits on my bank statement, rock
Ain't if you be like at coon
The two behind the dot
So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six
I spend a hundred g-b's
To I terrarize this click
Can the 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

Bitch rest rest
Out there finna crash like a lunatic
Is it to them bitch
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 (??) in the cemetery
Were blowin' hard
Cuase they don't know nothin'
But the money for (??)

I gotta get it
While the gettin' is good
Yeah, you know the motto bitch
Out to set that chedder
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 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 niggas recognize that in this here niggas
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 about where the nigga be hearin'
This house of Scarecrow make headin' to make it back home in the 21st
century
We niggas 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 motherfuckin' 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 nigga a key of sand
Take his fuckin' cheese
Count them g's
Then go overseas
to them colongus make them drop it off
Say nigga please
Back to the hood
With them good
From my niggas 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 niggas snitchin'
Proppin' dimes
I'm takin' care of mine

Chorus x4

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I got six digits on my bank statement, rock  
Ain't if you be like at coon  
The two behind the dot  
So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six  
I spend a hundred g-b's  
To I terrarize this click  
Can the 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

Bitch rest rest  
Out there finna crash like a lunatic  
Is it to them bitch  
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 (??) in the cemetery  
Were blowin' hard  
Cuase they don't know nothin'  
But the money for (??)

I gotta get it  
While the gettin' is good  
Yeah, you know the motto bitch  
Out to set that chedder  
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 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 niggas recognize that in this here niggas  
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 about where the nigga be hearin'  
This house of Scarecrow make headin' to make it back home in the 21st  
century  
We niggas 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 motherfuckin' 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 nigga a key of sand  
Take his fuckin' cheese  
Count them g's  
Then go overseas  
to them colongus make them drop it off  
Say nigga please  
Back to the hood  
With them good  
From my niggas 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 niggas snitchin'  
Proppin' dimes  
I'm takin' care of mine

Chorus x4