Letra de WWE: Here Comes the Money (Shane McMahon)
Here comes the money Here we go, money talks Here comes the money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, moneyDolla dolla, dolla dolla Ching ching, bling bling, cut the chatter If you ain't talkin' money then your talking don't matter Ching ching, bling bling, pattin' pocketsYou take the dolla dolla, can't a damn soul stop it Shockin', here comes the new kid on the block Hold all your bets Here's where the buck stopsSee, first of all I'm steppin' out on my own Bout time I elevated to claim my own throne Success in my blood, call it homegrown Pores reeking testosteronePower and money got me crazy cocky, no longer need you Poppy I know your mad at me, cause you can't stop me And if you wonder how this player 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 to Playboy Bunnies, they see the Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money They say it's, They say it'sMoney, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Say what, say what, say what... money I glow with dollar dollar, and roll about fifty Like to go wild smelling fresh and looking spiffyDon't like clean money, I want my wrist to be filthy Plus with a retirement fund I can't touch till I'm sixty So what am I supposed to do, rollin' through Steady padding in the pocket, sounds like a hole in two Ching ching, bling bling, catching cash in lumpsIt's a cold world, get a jacket, I'm selling 'em out my trunk Whenever whatever it takes to shake down a dollar More dough in that direction, wait a minute, holler holler All wants to know where they go, where they wentIn a mink and march on money, smelling just like a mint Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Now if you can't see the money, get your eyes cleaned with Visine I need fine things with seven digits at a time teamMy cheerin' chillin, the best, never worse, see we never get the pebbles They've got the rocks first Bank vaults are locking, ching ching we're mocking' I'm rocking', my family's Christmas stockings are shockingFine women, any weather, naughty denim and leather Call it tricking' or whatever, son they get better I'm one smart cookie, the vet that smash rookies My stocks on top, your checks bounce while mine boogieWrist, we rock it, chicks stop it or knock it Cash looks like I got a gang of fists in my pockets Here comes the money Here comes the moneyMoney, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money