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Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · Dirty Girl, Wrong Girl, Bad Girl [Cancelled] (Latrelle) · 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 »


or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
Girls the girls
With attitude
Till they come to get lick down
By the sound of a soul!
Rolling, teacher soul controlling
Shaheed on the tunes and flares
Immortalized by its vice and deified for its carnage

There's money in the air there
All you have to do is reach up and grab it

In basements, garages,
Using money to convey power.
Using money to convey dominance.
We will restrict our intake of lies until we are completely innocent.
When media
on the rise.

You showed me the tenderness of a funeral
Just another girl without a room.

Victim Culture's on the rise.
In us, we trust.
In us, we trust.
scarey 
So hold me in your arms 
I want to be your only possession

Used, used, used by men 

All they leave behind is money 
Paper made out
girls, I'm looking at you girls
You mix and match it girls
You dress so fly

I'm fascinated by the Japanese fashion scene
Just an American girl in
I went to the museum and stood on a chair. Some girl drew a crowd by what she didn't wear. She made everybody look up there. It was a naked girl
went down to the Bedford Bar
And bought a six dollar PBR

Hipster girl
Cool by the numbers and she rocks my world
Knows all the indie bands you've never
In a quiet street washed by the rain, the room within the home.
A lonely man sits cheek to cheek, with unique designs in chrome.
The mellow years
Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you bastard
All the money that you made
All the watered down pop-bullshit version of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn,
Money to keep 'em alive
It's one big fight for survival
And I just cannot walk on by

One for all, all for one
Now won't you give 'em a dime?
One for all,
ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)

Give a little, take a little, ma
the pain

He was walking by the other day and I said
Hey baby how you been?
Yeah I got me a little girl now and she's 4 years old
And she's got her daddy's
Crips they ya
Yuh a never get gal make money by the hour
Red (red) Power they ya Green (green) Shower they ya
Them green with envy when mi roll mi
world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum
I start
Every girl of culture's got a favorite car
The kind of car that makes a girl lose her cool
My daddy had a yellow Riviera Star
That he used to let
Sun-in on our hair by evening it would look like hell
Orange, brittle - hey who cared as long as it still feathered well
I'd be lost without my email still
is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
Fifty rounds in my choppa, I'm bustin' till ya burn
Fifty kilos I'm flippin', that's money I can burn
Burn, burn, they wanna see you burn
Burn, burn, they
Hey, you got me woke up,
The way you roll that
Sticky like oh God
Just let me coach ya
Show you 'bout my culture
It's the late night show like Conan
Hey, you got me woke up,
The way you roll that
Sticky like oh God
Just let me coach ya
Show you 'bout my culture
It's the late night show like
A friend of mine dropped me a line, it said, "Man I gotto run to the USA". I got no money, got no job." She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive.