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letra de scroogemcduck - al.divino & estee nack

[intro: al.divino]
money, money, money, money, money, money
a lot of dough, a lot of dough, a lot of dough
money, money, money, money, money, money
yo, yo-yo-yo

[verse 1: al.divino]
swimmin’ in money like scrooge mcduck
cuban cut link gold (whoop)
you nice, i’ll knock it off like the sphinx’s nose
da vinci code, withy with flows (yeah)
medellín, yellow brick road
big bl!cky gats out the mickery mink roll
pimp-os, ten toes down
mac-12s with extendos before my head froze (brrt)
dip in a ‘rari, guess who’s winnin’ when it’s dough to get (skrrt)
mariachi modo, swiss rain coat
but don’t bend or fold, redbone fresh out the centerfold (ah)
centre of attention, the stove (aha)
intelligent eminent clone
what’s the last time you heard sh-t this fly, son, let me know
ill-strious lexicon, know the day’ll never come
[?] just like a mariage (you heard?)
avant-garde, always on call
’bouta get rich, that’s on god (aha)
why you in bookin’ singin’ like el debarge?
what’s goin’ on like marvin’s song? (what’s goin’ on, man?)
wolverine’ll suck up a roster brick of raw to bring in a lot of parmesan
[interlude: al.divino]
bring that in (yaugh), bring that in, bring that in

[chorus: al.divino]
tryna be swimmin’ in money like scrooge mcduck (i need all that)
tryna be swimmin’ in money like scrooge mcduck

[interlude 2: estee nack]
ayo (ooh! yeah)
son, say

[verse 2: estee nack]
miles of madega (glow!)
kick prower since a karateka
i’m proud to say, balenciaga the beige blazer (woah)
cut your face with the pocket knife or the straight razor (slash!)
the addicts say the product came with a great flavor (dog)
who could change us?
take a step, i’m followin’ with the lazer, tryna get some of this product and hit the pager (di-di-dit-di-di-dit)
i’m oldschool with it but everything new
i’m olympic stage ready, hittin’ heavy weights, i be flippin’ major (dough!)
lit the haze and split the paper, then divide it with al.divino
al pacino, i’m providin’ the vapors (smoke)
penthouse on a skyscr-per (fly)
ball with the lakers, i’m patient
this type of spirit of hustlers inside of us ancient (oh, sh-t)
white girls gettin’ wasted (yeah)
throwin’ up in the lobby, faded out for this money, no one that i be hatin’ (we don’t hate, no)
homie, don’t slip on none of this pain (no of this pain)
couple bands came, and i’m hittin’ the grand cayman’s (woah)
yeah
[outro: estee nack]
nackman

- al divino estee nack

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