Money Flow Lyrics - The End - Three 6 Mafia

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 

Eight if you be like includin' 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