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Here Comes the Money (Theme Song)

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Theme Lyrics

Here comes the money!

Here we go.
Here comes the money!

Money (9x)
Dolla Dolla.
Dolla Dolla.

Ching ching, Bling Bling, cut the chatter.
You ain't talking money then your talking don't matter.
Ching ching, bling bliing, patting pockets.
We take the dolla dolla can't a damn stop it oh shock it.
Here comes the new kid on the block.
Hold all your bets here's where the buck stops.
See first of all I am stepping out on my own.
Bout time I elecated to claim my own throne.
Success in my blood call it home grown.
Pores reaking testosterone.
Power and money got me crazy, cocky.
No longer need you papi.
I know you're mad because you can't stop me.
and if you wonder how this playa done scooped your honey.
I think she smelled my cologne it's called brand new money.
Making a move ain't a damn thing funny.
Pimping hood rats the Playboy bunny.

They see the money, money, money (9x)
They say its
They say its
Money (9x)
say what, say what, say what...Money.

I'm a global dolla dolla a roll without fitting.
I like to go out smelling fresh and looking spiffy.
I don't like clean money I want my riches to by filthy.
Pops, with every time it's fun I can't touch until I'm sixty.
So what am I suppose to do, rolling do.
And their patting the pockets until I'm stuck holding you.
Ching ching bling bling cashing cash in lumps.
In a four-wheel getting a jacket I'm selling them out my trunk.
Whatever whenever it takes a shake dolla dolla.
And throw it in my direction wait a minute holla holla.
All want to know where they go when they're winning.
I make the marshal money spelling just like a mint.

They see the money, money, money (9x)
They say its
They say its
Money (9x)
say what, say what, say what...Money.

If you can't see the money, get your eyes cleaned with visine.
I need fine things I shop at seven digits at a time, see.
Cheering chilling the best never worst.
We never get the pebbles, we get the rocks first.
Make bank vaults locking, ching ching.
We mocking, we rocking.
My family's Christmas stockings are shocking.
Fine women any whether naughty dinners in leather call it chicken, whatever.
Son, I'll get better.
I'm one smart cookie that bets and smacks rookies.
My stocks are on top, your checks bounce while mine boogie.
WristsIi must rock it chicks stop and I knock it.
Cash it looks like I got a gang of fists in my pocket.

Here comes the money.
fists in my pocket.
fists in my pocket.
Here comes the money.
Money (9X)

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