[Intro: Mike Jones]
Money Train
My life
High life
Mike Jones (Who?)

[Hook: Mike Jones]
Three grams in my Swisher, n***a
Went from bein' broke to bein' a rich n***a

[Verse 1]
Yo, hold up
Three grams in a Swisher, n***a
If it ain't 'bout the money, get up out my [?] n***a
All these [?] call me club Godzilla, n***a
Hit that Matrix when a bitch try to kiss a n***a
Bendin' corners in that Benz on them inches, n***a
If a bitch rollin' with me, she look exquisite, n***a
Jacker run up on my window, leave him missing, n***a
Make that boy disappear like a wizard, n***a
Hold up. Club god I'm [?]
H-Town n***a, deuce out the roof
Your baby momma rollin' with me in the coupe
She wanna blow a n***a like a flute
Got a big, six-bedroom, house in the wilderness
And I fuck your hoes in it
Hold up
I'm from H-Town, bitch
That ain't no slab if it ain't got no 84's with it
Hold up
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[Verse 2]
Three grams in my Swisher, n***a
Went from bein' broke to bein' a rich n***a
'Member me instead, goin' half on a nick', n***a
Now, I'm only rollin' up ape's out the zip, n***a
Higher than a clip, n***a
Tryin' catch a play or a lick
Cause a broke n***a never did shit, n***a
No need for favors, I ain't ask my neighbor
Tellin' all them labels, "I ain't signin' shit", n***a
Called up Skip
He said he just got in some piff
And he had a good deal on the split, n***a
OK fo' sho'
I'm on the way to the sto'
I'm only tryin' to smoke
Ain't fitna flip, n***a
Three different buds, we blow just because
I swear my eyes feel tighter than a grip, n***a
It's the money train
Your ass ain't got no money, man
You might as well close your fuckin' lips, n***a
What, motherfucka?
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[Verse 3]
Three grams in my Swisher, n***a
A lot of gold [?] issue, n***a
The '87 with the glass that I'm pullin' out
Twenty four inches, [?] like what they talkin' 'bout
Been a no limit soldier, feelin' like I'm Master P
And I don't make 'em say shit, but they pay a fee
I'm the dopest n***a in the motherfuckin' industry
Alot of gold and tattoos got 'em feelin' me
Cortez kings what these n***as really wanna be
Hot boy, Cash Money, [?] a G
Louisiana [?] shinin' for my n***a Snoop
Cause all my n***a ever wanted was a fuckin' coupe
Three grams in my Swisha, n***a
Light it up and pray for it like a bishop, n***a
If you ain't talking 'bout money, I don't hear shit
This that three gram dope boy g-mix
I keep me...

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