DJ Khaled - Bring the Money Out Lyrics
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    Bring the Money Out

    [Chorus: Schife]
    You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne
    Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaine
    Bring the money out, bring the money out
    Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
    Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains
    Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs
    Bring the money out, bring the money out
    Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out

    [Verse 1: Nelly]
    Lamborghini, check
    Blue Ferrari, check
    Mozzerati Mustang, jumpin out that vet
    Fresher than it gets
    Louie VVS
    Rolli game sick, bluer than the mets
    Pull up to the jets
    Take off in the next
    Feeling like the goldin child, y'all ain't even up next
    Shorty she the best, she sexy as it gets
    Nothing like the rest, she shake it like Turrettes
    Hey hey, my shorty go down
    Hey hey, now throw your money out
    Catch me at a light strip, if you wanna dip
    We don't waist money round here, everything's a slip

    [Chorus: Schife]
    You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne
    Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaign (Yeah)
    Bring the money out, bring the money out
    Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
    Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains
    Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs (Biz)
    Bring the money out, bring the money out
    Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out

    [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
    Boosie Badazz
    What what what
    Drop drop drop, bring the money out
    400 cheese cake, up in my Louis bag
    I'm not self righchis, 30 karots round my neck
    I don't make it rain, I make it thunderstorm
    New whip, back seat with the goons
    When I'm in the club, I light up the whole room
    Got that Rosay in my hand, down south I'm the man
    All these hoes love me, like pussy in a can
    Got that house on the hill, dolla dolla dolla bills
    You call a stack a G, but I call a stack a mill
    For real, I'm on a level with kingpins and mobs
    Don't get them choppers, if you ain't coming with them dollas

    [Chorus: Schife]
    You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne
    Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaine (Yeah)
    Bring the money out, bring the money out
    Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
    Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains
    Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs
    Bring the money out, bring the money out
    Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out

    [Verse 3: Ace Hood]
    Excuse me motherfucker, my swag got that bird flow
    Hurricane Ace here, you should find shelter
    Mr. cash addict, you should go and see a counselor
    Dump you with no cash, in the river where they found ya
    Flowin like a fountin, money getting countless
    Mr. don't test girl, my flow sick
    I come down for the people, make a mess
    I'm the shit period, cold text
    And fuck a hater and his thoughts, safe sex
    Just bring my money, we don't do cheques
    Diamonds on my chest, brighter than a dike vest
    This the hood stretched money, bowflex

    [Chorus: Schife]
    You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne
    Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaine
    Bring the money out, bring the money out
    Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out
    Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains
    Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs
    Bring the money out, bring the money out
    Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out

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