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Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · 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) · Adam and Eve (Catherine Wheel) – and 90 other albums »


if you ever think of Mrs. Santa Claus
Sitting by herself on Christmas Eve
Maybe you could write a special Christmas card
To help poor Mrs. Santa
all your money
Wish you were here to help me spend"

And one by one all the people left the party
And Mr. Frisby locked the door
I've flown away and taken all your money
Wish you were here to help me spend."

And one by one all the people left the party
And Mr. Frizby locked
torn and ripped apart

He´s been banned in twenty countries
Though he does it for the money
He gets pleasure from hearing you scream

Mr. Torture
that money machine.
Now you can measure you manhood by it. 
You can get your children to try it.
You can bring your enemies to their knees
With
Welcome to the torture chamber
Said the sign above the entrance
Laughing as it takes you by the hand

Looking like a maniac savage
Inside you
without explanation
Please don't patrionize me, Mr. Intentional
Oh, ohhh, ohh ohhh
We give rise to ego, by being insecure
The advice that we go,
place yourself high above us
Mr. President, have pity on the working man

I know it may sound funny
But people ev'ry where are runnin' out of money
We
only
Know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr
may place yourself high above us
Mr. President have pity on the working man

I know it may sound funny
But people ev'ry where are runnin' out of money
replaced by a Base
Sown from the seeds of a white disgrace
And money TV made it all for free
Did they really do it for you and for me?

[Chorus]
Money
only
Know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr
[CJ] 

Yo Eve  where you at man 

I'm tires of talkin' to this answering machine shit 

I seen you earlier but you know 

You was with them
[Eve] (Drag-on)
Ugh (Come on, uh)
Uh-huh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Uh-uh-uh-uh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Yo, yo (uh, uh)

[Eve]
Let's talk
running out all the same
I just close my eyes and bring it on home again

Oh Mrs. Memory just take me on down
Back to the shanties and the cars by
only, know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits.
That's the poem I wrote for the first time, 
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate.
Mr
What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double are What
Better keep your hammer right by your side

[Verse 3: Eve]
I'm a savage
Mr. Crown Prosecutor
No matter what I say or do
You take money, to put whatever
May be the opposite view
What you see, is what I am
I will
Make a lotta money 'n' meet lotsa' girls
Mr. Recordman, do you really think I can? 

It sound like music to my ears
I've dreamed of this for many
When the weather is cold
When money is low
It's better with someone to hold
And when the road up ahead
Is so unclear 
I'd rather be together not
[CJ]
Yo Eve, where you at man
I'm tires of talkin' to this answering machine shit
I seen you earlier
but you know you was with them Ruff Ryder
Oh Lord






Mr.Money:
- OK alright baby, the love of my life

Girl:
- Are you referring to me... or the car?

Mr. Money:
- Oh, please
over there, I'm everywhere they not
You never play me, nice try, balling in a nice spot
No more Mr. Nice Guy, hello Mr. Nice Watch
You don't want no
of the shadow of death
When niggas hold tec's like they mad at the ref
That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest
Do you believe that Eve had
[Jadakiss] 
What up what up what up, yea!

[Styles] 
Eve let's do it again!

[Styles]
Yea it's the ghost Jada and Eve
I squeeze my shit, I