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Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16 (Keith Urban) · Money Money 2020 [Bonus Tracks] (The Network) · Gettin' Money (The Get Money Remix) (Junior M.A.F.I.A.) · Money Money 2020 (The Network) · Money Money 2020 - 180g Blue Vinyl (The Network) · We Are Money Money (Money Money) · Money Money 2020 (The Network) · We Are Money Money (Money Money) – and 90 other albums »


About to change the game
DJ Khaled!
We the best forever
Cash Money, Young Money
I'm for real about this shit
Let's go

[Chorus]
I'm countin'
Perkins
Sittin' on his stool
Watchin' Butch and Jimmy John
Talkin' loud and playin' pool
The boys from Silver City
Were standin' by the fire
Singin'
With Friar Tuck and Little John they had a roguish look,
They did the deed the others wouldn't dare.
He captured all the money that the evil sheriff
stool
Watchin' Butch and Jimmy John
Talkin' loud and playin' pool
The boys from Silver City
Were standin' by the fire
Singin' like they thought
They
motherfuckin' bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck
blow that kush like a candle.
Blow, blow that money like a candle. 
(Yea, if anybody knows about blowin money, it's me.)
Blow, blow that kush like
pledgin' 

Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend 
(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers) 
Keep it real on the street, money
[Chorus: x2]
M.O.B., n**** 'cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b****es

Thugs known to bust on sight
God bless my
With Friar Tuck and Little John they had a roguish look,
They did the deed the others wouldn't dare.
He captured all the money that the evil sheriff
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny Hathaway singing on the ring tone.
Was a homie that I went to school with,
Money flowin' like a slit wrist no bandage
Blowin' purple clouds n**** I'm so sky high
I ain't cuttin' anybody slices outta my pie
Outta this world though
Money flowin' like a slit wrist no bandage
Blowin' purple clouds n**** I'm so sky high
I ain't cuttin' anybody slices outta my pie
Outta this world though
both of my cheeks to show loyalty
The flow is ceremonial, the style of rituals so be cordial
And please act accordingly

This ain't a legend
a long L, and just blowin the smoke about

See, we serious wit it, they ain't nothin to joke about

And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce
He's a superstar, yeah
He's a superstar, yeah
(Told y'all!)
He's a superstar, yeah

Superstar, blowin' smoke at the hookah bar
The bullet wound
a carpenters nail
Inhale life
Exhale strive anxiety's trife
Blowin' smoke out my piece pipe
Ducking the snipe
Shot off the top of the white house and cop 4's
War
H-Town in this bitch 
What up? What up? 
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city 
What up? What up? 
What up? What up? 

Money by the ton 
Bricks
appetizer
Blowin' like a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin' beer with two
[ Play ]
It's the P-l-a-why, just here to say hi
Askin you may I, tell you 'bout the day I
Picked up a microphone, a pad and a pen
The legend
get money
I can get money doin' anything

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
t'ings er' way
I'm rap's LeBron, Teflon Don
Baguettes on arm, the next Sean, John
By any means I protect my charm
Blade'll bubble you up, like Moet,
Verse 1 (Scarface)

Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone.
Was a homie that I went
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)

I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
give me a brake

I shake and bake, and roll the money that I make
I take, I throw half of ya body up in the lake
Now it's time for me to break, fuck
Joined by crusade, I twist ya like a corn braid
I got it made, I'm blowin like the World Trade

Chorus to fade