Ching Ching Money Tree Lyrics
If ya game wack, then you ain't sayin' jack. I'm feeling like a million bucks, bucks, yuh. I'm Muhammad Ali, 'cause I can sting like a bee. So whatever you must do... Do it now!
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Ching Ching Ching Money Tree
If Missy ain't on it, then ya song don't knock. Boom, boom, shing, I shine like bling-bling. Talk that slang, go ahead and let it bang. Whatchu know about that, shit talk like Ex-Lax. I'm the new everything. Click stars to rate). Pockets more bigger than a stripper booty cheeks. Reversed] (I like this). 'Cause the back so stacked, it's like sittin' on a jack. Ching ching ching money tree. 'Cause I got more hits than you can get out of a bat (come on). This sound's got a nice ring. Rack it up, put it on my tab. Sex so good, I can freak you in my sleep. I got roots in luxury.
Feast your eyes on me. My commas are in the bank. I said, there ain't no limit when you're livin' fab. Whatchu know about that, so cute and fat. My flow so mean, if you know what I mean. Thirsty, baby bring it over here (whatchu know about that). Five star heart string.
Ching Ching Goes The Money Tree Lyrics
Missy be a mack, nigga that's a true fact. Call me a queen, mean chicks stay in ya lane. Oh, we're doing so deluxe-luxe, yuh. Rollin' in this paper. Do you like this song? Dudes don't speak when they look at my physique. Just like a chain, groupies wanna hang. Don't deny I live a lavish life. Missy Elliott Lyrics.
Got the game locked, make your body rock. Baby train, money maker. M-I-S-sy, Missy be a freak. Yeah I'm so hot, and I can't be topped. I'm a mover and a shaker.
Ching Ching Ching Goes The Money Tree
So iced out, you can't see it tick-tock. I don't swing from a pole, Missy swing from a tree. Look at my watch, cost a whole lot. Missy switch it up, do ya damn thing. Reversed] (Let's go! I'm so cold from all this ice. Top shelf, don't make believe. Ice on my sleeve, I can make a room freeze. French on my feet, cost about fifty. You don't need to spit, unless you live what you talk (let's go). What you get is what you see. Ching ching goes the money tree lyrics. If you talk a lot, in your mouth you get socked. Cut like a diamond, blood runs gold.
Artist drop down like Michael Jackson's socks. Miss don't flop, 'cause I'ma get the props (come on). See my money maker, do my money maker. Trackpad, hit the spot. Make the hair stand like the hair on Don King. Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here (crazy). You might get mopped like a floor, so don't walk. All bills, just plain checks.