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"Bring the Money Out" is a track by DJ Khaled, from the album Victory, released 2nd March 2010. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Chorus: Schife & Nelly] You can catch us in the newest whips, poppin’ champagne Then we hit the strip club, start a campaign (Yeah) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the duffle bag (Oh) Bring the money out (Oh) Killin’ these niggas, ‘bout three or four chains Just runnin’ the place, bout three or four thangs (Biz) Bring the money out (Uh) Bring the money out (Eh) Bring the duffle bag (Uh) Bring the money [Verse 1: Nelly] Lamborghini, check Blue Ferrari, check Maserati, Mustang, jumpin’ out that vet Fresher than it gets, Louie VVS Rollie game sick is bluer than the Mets Pull up to the jets, take off in the next Feelin’ like the golden child, y'all ain't even up next Shawty, she the best, she sexy as it gets Nothin’ like the rest, she shake it like Turrettes Hey, hey, my shawty 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 newest whips, poppin’ champagne [?] hit the strip club, start a campaign (Yeah) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the duffel bag (Oh) Bring the money out (Oh) Killin’ these niggas, ‘bout three or four chains Just runnin’ the place, bout three or four thangs (Biz) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the duffle bag (Oh) Bring the money out [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] Boosie Badazz What, what, what, drop, drop Bring the money out 400 cheese cake, up in my Louie bag I'm not self righchis, 30 carrots ‘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 newest whips, poppin’ champagne [?] hit the strip club, start a campaign (Yeah) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the duffel bag (Oh) Bring the money out (Oh) Killin’ these niggas, ‘bout three or four chains Just runnin’ the place, bout three or four thangs (Biz) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the duffle bag (Oh) 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 fountain, 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 newest whips, poppin’ champagne [?] hit the strip club, start a campaign (Yeah) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the duffel bag (Oh) Bring the money out (Oh) Killin’ these niggas, ‘bout three or four chains Just runnin’ the place, bout three or four thangs (Biz) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the money out (Oh) Bring the duffle bag (Oh) Bring the money out
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