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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) · Young Money Millionaire, Pt. 4 (Lil Wayne) – and 90 other albums »


Kenny Parker on the 

mix! 

[Special K] 

Yes yes I'm Special K 

On New York's Two show on WBDP 

This is the brand new one by KRS-One
[KRS One] 
YES! Chillin in the place right now 
Harmony and Heather be	 Ms. Melodie 
DJ Jamal Ski DJ Kenny Parker 
And of course we are gettin
multiplied my money through different avenues
Took many to awards
Shook never before and for my mother I applaud
Ms. Afeni Shakur
Ice insured, fuck life
get off my dick and get lost in Aruba 
Its money over bitches cash money over bitches young money over bitches
Get money from them bitches
I Do!
Trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
The Devil want me as is, but
. Chanel by the way)
Daddy
Can you be my daddy (Young money)
Daddy
I need a daddy (no ceilings)
Daddy
Would you be my daddy
Daddy
Come and make it
she kind of favor Ms. Parker
Third grade, I switched schools, then my teacher was a dude
He taught me how to pimp the teachers into breakin'
feat. Kymani Marley)
[Verse One (Kymani Marley):]
Yo,
Oh,
At first glance its like cupid hit,
Mesmorised by her thighs and her hips.
So, she
And can't none of these hoes out floss me
Gator boots by Sergio Rossi
Ms. Trina I got to splurge, 58 frame baby watch the curves
Walk in the club don't
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck em and we the same
So hello mothafucka' you got some sheets
[B-section]

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
young money on the flo'
connection to the Chi
what it is!

I roll through the block and the roof be low and the 22's
by Ms. Dot 'partment
Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot
Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot
Them folk say they
For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga

Money, money
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
[Pusha T (Pharrell)]
I'm At Your Door, Your Eyes Are Like Why Are You Here
Judging By My Steel I Got Something To Do Here
Give Up The Money
But the church didn’t quench my thirst
Mama taught me to put god first
But she never tried to block my search
I was curious, young but serious
Why
but don't need me
Young independent (yea she work hard)
But you can't tell from the way that she walk
She don't slow down, 'cause she ain't got time
want but don't need me
Young independent (yea she work hard)
But you can't tell from the way that she walk
She don't slow down, 'cause she ain't got
Believe me that's not all

And now I'm like
Oh
I can't keep my shirt on
I swear it's like
Oh (Young Money)
I can't keep my hands to myself

I'm dealing with
I dated a lot of Misses and I gave em nicknames
So it wouldn’t be flat out disses
See when searching for Ms. Right
It always turns wrong
You
want but don't need me
Young independent (yea she work hard)
But you can't tell from the way that she walk
She don't slow down, 'cause she ain't got
want but don't need me
Young independent (yea she work hard)
But you can't tell from the way that she walk
She don't slow down, 'cause she ain't got