Lyrics:
it I'm callin' y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
it I'm callin' y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
the lead, that a be like following number 2's
Haa
Fuck em
Straight like that
Get money
Succa free
Eighth a ki all white and it come back
Smell stickin
hands up high
Two times if you know that you freaking
We about to get live
I just wanna party
I just wanna smoke my weed
I've been getting to the money
to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
to the head
One for the money, two for the feds
Lord forgive, but I mean what I said
All in your house, and I'm looking for dope
'Cause I got to get paid
expensive taste
More money means finer things
Niggas tired of the 9-5
Fuck that shit I'm done getting by
So much more to this lovely life
Never lived just had
of my niggas they get to the money
Can't fuck with no niggas ain't getting no money
Can't fuck with no bitches ain't getting no money
I am in love with
it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
yo mouth
Where the cash at? That's how I roll
Drugs get sold but never hold shit
Malice face two-five to life
But never told shit
It's like that, love
didn't cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad said
Homer: Shut it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. Move it. On the double.
'Cause if you don't, you're in deep
the D so good, she think I care
Married to the money, you just another affair
Vs Diamond nose ring, you can't get this out of Claire's
Two hoes tryna
Okay I wake up In the morning brush
My teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds
Let my bich get all the twenties
FBI watching and I really
BEYACHHHH!!!!!!
Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x's
More money, more cash, more hoes (what)
More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)
More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)
Money makes the world go round
Money makes me do all things I do
Hang with my homies smoke weed drink brew
Ride down Belford one deep and ? crew
Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P
Flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin' down in Cali
Don't' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre
but I’m in control
Two bad chicks holdin’ my bank roll
Got every dollar marked cuz I stick to the code
Now I’m deep in the skirt get every penny owed
Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood
Nigga
See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay
get time in the feds
I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
Let that top down on my Bimmer til' I'm tired of balling like Tila
sellin' ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
[Verse 2]
Drop the top
hoe might get lost or get toss but because of yo pride
You can’t show no emotion or what might be an issue
You measure success by how much money you got
[Chorus: x2]
More money, more cash, more hoes (what)
More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)
More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)
More money, more
treated like Coke and get capped up niggas
The only thing funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20's
[Chorus 2x]
[Jay-Z]
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