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1000 Volts of Holt [1000 Volts of Holt Plus] (John Holt) · 1000 Trutas 1000 Tretas (Racionais MC's) · Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · We Be Getting Money (DJ Cover This) · I'm Getting' Money (OJ da Juiceman) · I'm Getting' Money (OJ da Juiceman) · Getting That Money (T.I.) · We Be Getting Money (Juvenile) · Over Here Over Heard (Dan Cray) – and 90 other albums »


of room at the bar.
There’s plenty of room at the bar.

Come on in, grab a seat,
Right here we ain’t bailing people, but you can tap your feet.
Now
Money, money, money, money

I'm here to make some waves
Hoping to convince you
Before you have a thing to say

Be it a car or expensive caviar
They
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
Think I had the motherfucking plan of the year
Which was simply to make
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy

Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy

Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
ain't our kind of bar
Let's just go on out and get back in the car
Cause there's gonna be trouble 
Ain't no sense in taking a chance
We was getting up
taking a chance"
We was getting up, getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl, she was asking my
now feels alright now
You and me we can't beat
And a gogo dancing girl yes I saw her
The deejay he say here's Mandy for ya
I feel alright to see her
On everything I love, It’s We The Best Music
It’s We The Best over everything
Get money, mo’ money

Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties
I'm tired of this 9 to 5
8 hours feeling like over time
And my mind's reminding me,
I got a show tonight

Getting home, it's already 8:30
My
It's time for 'Real Talk' with Bobby be	
Attention young ladies, attention young ladies
Man homeboy's over here in the garage with 4 1000's
Powder
identify with your one death
We lose thousands over here, you speakin one breath
Outsiders looking in like using one ref
My zip cam point of view to you is
and over again
And then we wonder why
We're in the shape we're in

Good old boys down at the bar
Peanuts and politics
They think they know it all
They don't
may never leave
Raise too much hell
Never make bail
But in the morning it'll be alright
'Cause it's a shore thing
We're getting tore down tonight
it is, it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here an outlaw and his beer
I run this land, you understand, I make myself clear."
We stepped into
And that's the only way we getting down nigga 
Cash Money C-M-B man
You already know we here never left fuck 'em
See me if you got a problem boy
I'm
And that's the only way we getting down n**** 
Cash Money C-M-B man
You already know we here never left f*** 'em
See me if you got a problem boy
I'm
on the rocks, another round over here
And if we keep this up its going down (down)
Take that to the head, go ahead, order another round
Words start to slur,
of Manhattan,
They're still dancing with the stars.
While over in sub prime city,
It's getting ugly in the local bars
Watching the news only gives me
to judge
When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved
And killed over a racist grudge
Mr. Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways
But we
At the door, we don't wait 'cause we know them
At the bar, six shots just beginnin'
That's when dick head put his hands on me
But ya see

I'm not here for your
At the door, we don't wait 'cause we know them
At the bar, six shots just beginnin'
That's when dick head put his hands on me
But ya see

I'm not here for your
have been 
Higher and it meant more money for me

Here's to not getting caught, doctor it's only a graze
Spinning like a top, running like a villain
around here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son

So I slept in the hobo jungles
I roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in
bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around here