Here Comes the Money [Shane McMahon]

[Intro]

Here comes the money (Here we go, money talk)

Here comes the money

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money, money

Ching ching, bling bling, cut the chatter

You ain't talking money, then your talking don't matter

Ching ching, bling bling, pattin' pockets

You make the dolla dolla, can't a damn soul stop it

Shock it (Uhhh)

[Verse 1: Vin Rock]

Here comes the new kid on the block

Hold all your bets here's where the buck stops

See first of all I am steppin' out on my own

'Bout time I elevated to claim my own thrown

Success in my blood, call it home grown

Pores reekin' testosterone

Power and money got me crazy, cocky, no longer need you papi

I know your mad because you can't stop me

And if you wonder how this playa done scooped your honey

I think she smelled my cologne, It's called brand new money

Making major moves man ain't a damn thing funny

Pimpin' hood rats and playboy bunnies

They see the—

[Chorus]

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money, money

They say it's, they say it's

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money, money

Say what, say what, say what? Money

[Verse 2: Treach]

I'm global dolla dolla and roll with 'bout fifty

Like to go out smelling fresh and lookin' spiffy

Don't like clean money, I want my riches to be filthy

And a retirement fund I can't touch 'til I'm sixty

So what am I supposed to do? Roll in two

Stand there pattin' the pockets, 'till I'm stackin' only two

Ching ching, bling bling, got the cash in lumps

It's a four wheel here to jack and I'm selling them out my trunk

Whenever, whatever it takes to shake down a dolla

I roll in that direction, wait a minute, holla, holla

All I wants to know, where they go, where they went

And I'm makin' monster money, smellin' just like a mint

[Chorus]

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money, money (Uh, money)

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money, money (Nanana, nanana)

[Verse 3: Treach]

Uh, if you can't see the money, get your eyes cleaned with Visine

I need fine things worth seven digits at a time, G

My children chillin', the best, never worst

See, we never give them pebbles they get the rocks first

Bank vaults on lockin', ching! Ching! We're mockin', I'm rockin'

My family's Christmas stockins are shockin'

Fine women, any weather, naughty denim and leather

Call a chicken, whatever son they get better

I'm one smart cookie, the vet that smacks rookies

My stocks on top, your checks bounce while mine boogie

Wrists, I must rock it, chicks stop and I knock it

Cash looks like I got a gang of fists in my pocket

[Chorus]

Here comes the money (Fists in my, fists in my pocket, fists in my pocket)

Here comes the money (Uh)

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money, money