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Tyson el Dominicano - Money Coming In (feat. Jchill) Lyrics
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Money coming in by the truck load, look like I just hit a lick
The percs kicked in, i'ma a over dose, split another with my bitch
Money come & money go, go
Had to let these bitches know, know
If it ain't about the dough, dough
I ain't coming to the door, no
Honeys & hundreds don't want nothing more
Head to the bank like I just told a joke
I want the money don't want nothing more
I can't keep f*cking with you hoes
Cause bitches & bitches go
But the money keep on coming so
I'ma get back to the chase hoe
Lil Nigga u sleeping I'm creeping
Late night in yo bushes
First night of the weekend
I open yo window
I peek in if anything move then
That 40 I'm squeezing
Don't go back and forth
On the IG
I don't have a Twitter f*ck that I don't need it
He typing that shit on computer if nobody dead then bitch we is not beefing
13 for a brick of the white if
U charge more than that pussy boy
U can keep it
Or I get me some ice take a trip to Blount county and double it back for I leave it
Bro we finna go do a drill nigga cock back yo pistol and stop all that tweaking
Better empty yo shit and u better not miss or we jumping yo ass after leaving
My city so sick and I'm bitch i am the flu boy I'm spreading this shit like diseases
I pour up some lean just to f*ck up my kidneys and buy me some more for no reason
She begging for dates I can't go out today bae I swear on my life I got reasons
I'm taking these chances they starting to hate I can feel all that shit when I'm bleeding
Money coming in by the truck load, look like I just hit a lick
The percs kicked in, i'ma a over dose, split another with my bitch
Money come & money go, go
Had to let these bitches know, know
If it ain't about the dough, dough
I ain't coming to the door, no
Honeys & hundreds don't want nothing more
Head to the bank like I just told a joke
I want the money don't want nothing more
I can't keep f*cking with you hoes
Cause bitches & bitches go
But the money keep on coming so
I'ma get back to the chase hoe
I cut niggas off just like photoshop
I got junkys that just wanna shop
Dont give me bs just give me props
Man am in the streets more than dirty cops
9 On each side nigga just like my ribs
Burn niggas up like am smoking on mids
You Always been soft but blame it on them kids
Dr do little u b talking 2 them pigs
Never ran from nobody unless its 1 time
I am Dropping diz fire never dropping a dime
Ama cop me a watch so they know its my time
I want the green like money the weed Or a lime
Hey i can shoot a nigga like a photo pic
But i got a bitch n she wanna strip
They say she a hoe n i want pole tricks
She will get on 1 knee like colin caperknick
Money coming in by the truck load, look like I just hit a lick
The percs kicked in, i'ma a over dose, split another with my bitch
Money come & money go, go
Had to let these bitches know, know
If it ain't about the dough, dough
I ain't coming to the door, no
Honeys & hundreds don't want nothing more
Head to the bank like I just told a joke
I want the money don't want nothing more
I can't keep f*cking with you hoes
Cause bitches & bitches go
But the money keep on coming so
I'ma get back to the chase hoe
Why the dimes calling me daddy cus I make gs out the xannies
Down south where we bout it bout it da plug throwing bos n pull up maserati's
Got bad bitches damn they get away murder all these prices man this shit you never heard of
Mama said I should've been an importer now they callin me da plug. I used to be a runner
Till I whipped that soft white into cement made that 28 to 56
All this money dreamt off medicine i been making money every year since
Since Mex put me on told me give it to em raw
That's like $200 a g i was only 19
Yea just Mexico n me we gon got em with the fee
Cus they know ain't shit been for free
Money coming in by the truck load, look like I just hit a lick
The percs kicked in, i'ma a over dose, split another with my bitch
Money come & money go, go
Had to let these bitches know, know
If it ain't about the dough, dough
I ain't coming to the door, no
Honeys & hundreds don't want nothing more
Head to the bank like I just told a joke
I want the money don't want nothing more
I can't keep f*cking with you hoes
Cause bitches & bitches go
But the money keep on coming so
I'ma get back to the chase hoe
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Money coming in by the truck load, look like I just hit a lick
The percs kicked in, i'ma a over dose, split another with my bitch
Money come & money go, go
Had to let these bitches know, know
If it ain't about the dough, dough
I ain't coming to the door, no
Honeys & hundreds don't want nothing more
Head to the bank like I just told a joke
I want the money don't want nothing more
I can't keep f*cking with you hoes
Cause bitches & bitches go
But the money keep on coming so
I'ma get back to the chase hoe
Lil Nigga u sleeping I'm creeping
Late night in yo bushes
First night of the weekend
I open yo window
I peek in if anything move then
That 40 I'm squeezing
Don't go back and forth
On the IG
I don't have a Twitter f*ck that I don't need it
He typing that shit on computer if nobody dead then bitch we is not beefing
13 for a brick of the white if
U charge more than that pussy boy
U can keep it
Or I get me some ice take a trip to Blount county and double it back for I leave it
Bro we finna go do a drill nigga cock back yo pistol and stop all that tweaking
Better empty yo shit and u better not miss or we jumping yo ass after leaving
My city so sick and I'm bitch i am the flu boy I'm spreading this shit like diseases
I pour up some lean just to f*ck up my kidneys and buy me some more for no reason
She begging for dates I can't go out today bae I swear on my life I got reasons
I'm taking these chances they starting to hate I can feel all that shit when I'm bleeding
Money coming in by the truck load, look like I just hit a lick
The percs kicked in, i'ma a over dose, split another with my bitch
Money come & money go, go
Had to let these bitches know, know
If it ain't about the dough, dough
I ain't coming to the door, no
Honeys & hundreds don't want nothing more
Head to the bank like I just told a joke
I want the money don't want nothing more
I can't keep f*cking with you hoes
Cause bitches & bitches go
But the money keep on coming so
I'ma get back to the chase hoe
I cut niggas off just like photoshop
I got junkys that just wanna shop
Dont give me bs just give me props
Man am in the streets more than dirty cops
9 On each side nigga just like my ribs
Burn niggas up like am smoking on mids
You Always been soft but blame it on them kids
Dr do little u b talking 2 them pigs
Never ran from nobody unless its 1 time
I am Dropping diz fire never dropping a dime
Ama cop me a watch so they know its my time
I want the green like money the weed Or a lime
Hey i can shoot a nigga like a photo pic
But i got a bitch n she wanna strip
They say she a hoe n i want pole tricks
She will get on 1 knee like colin caperknick
Money coming in by the truck load, look like I just hit a lick
The percs kicked in, i'ma a over dose, split another with my bitch
Money come & money go, go
Had to let these bitches know, know
If it ain't about the dough, dough
I ain't coming to the door, no
Honeys & hundreds don't want nothing more
Head to the bank like I just told a joke
I want the money don't want nothing more
I can't keep f*cking with you hoes
Cause bitches & bitches go
But the money keep on coming so
I'ma get back to the chase hoe
Why the dimes calling me daddy cus I make gs out the xannies
Down south where we bout it bout it da plug throwing bos n pull up maserati's
Got bad bitches damn they get away murder all these prices man this shit you never heard of
Mama said I should've been an importer now they callin me da plug. I used to be a runner
Till I whipped that soft white into cement made that 28 to 56
All this money dreamt off medicine i been making money every year since
Since Mex put me on told me give it to em raw
That's like $200 a g i was only 19
Yea just Mexico n me we gon got em with the fee
Cus they know ain't shit been for free
Money coming in by the truck load, look like I just hit a lick
The percs kicked in, i'ma a over dose, split another with my bitch
Money come & money go, go
Had to let these bitches know, know
If it ain't about the dough, dough
I ain't coming to the door, no
Honeys & hundreds don't want nothing more
Head to the bank like I just told a joke
I want the money don't want nothing more
I can't keep f*cking with you hoes
Cause bitches & bitches go
But the money keep on coming so
I'ma get back to the chase hoe
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Writer: Bryant Ubillus, Chris Rudolph, Johnny Rodriguez, Jordan Hill
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