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DJ Khaled Ft Schife, Ace Hood, Boosie Badazz & Nelly – Bring the Money Out Lyrics

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November 22, 2024

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Bring the Money Out Lyrics by DJ Khaled Ft Schife, Ace Hood, Boosie Badazz & Nelly

[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