Lyrics:
the Kalahari desert
All that crack, you refer to, man you talkin 'bout the crevice of yo' ASS
Where the cash at? Dow Jones, NASDAQ
Pull up at the light, they
dow dow dow Jones
See see see see see see see
See shady traders trading
Be be be be be be be be
Be my banker baby
No no no no no no no
No point in
Yeah, whoa-whoa-whoa
If I was a wizard of finance
Speculating every day on Wall Street
My dividends would be so tremendous, baby
Even Dow Jones
The social classes - high rise of taxes
Diplomats are passive with a promise again
Talk of recession - people in depression
Dow Jones, bank loans,
your head, save your bread
Baby, check it out
Baby, check it out
The Dow Jones average today hit an all time low
And sent the stock market crashing
เข้าอ็อฟฟิศดู New York Times เพื่อตามความเคลื่อนไหว Nikkei, Nasdaq, Dow Jones, ฮั่งเส็ง ทำคุณบรรลัย อัตราแลกเปลี่ยนเ
Your Soul Smiling
at first I dont know day from night
Dow Jones and you to grow
in Love with the physio
Your Soul Smiling
at first I dont know day
to the cup and triple-double it
Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up
Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up)
Um, talk a lot of smack and I could
Even if I can't spell dow jones I still pull out fat knocks
It don't stop
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Got cash sniffin' noses
All around
Thundering Dow Jones caffeine wheel
Frequencies steal adrenaline
Shifting like a lizard spine
And a didgeridoo as number stack and break
And diamonds
on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you,
being boys
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three
His leather chair waits at the bank
And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old
being boys
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three
His leather chair waits at the bank
And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old
being boys.
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
His leather chair waits at the bank.
And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you, buddy can
on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you,
the Dow Jones? Where the Nasdaq?
I do it for the little macs wit' they caps back
My little niggas pumpin' crack out they knapsack (uh)
Know what I mean?
Nasdaq
Nikkei
Dow Jones
Ibex35
Ya no tienes crédito
Fundiste todo el débito
Riesgo esotérico
Capitalismo histérico
Ibex35
Por el IBAN te la hinco
the cattle once roamed
There's a Burger King and a peep show
We do everything from our cell phones
Ridin' in, out steel broncos
Ooh, it's Dow Jones
Hi-low
being boys.
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
His leather chair waits at the bank.
And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
stones
Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank
Comin' down like Dow Jones
When the clouds come, we gone
We Roc-A-Fella
We fly higher than weather
In
like a warden with these bars shorty got this shit locked up
Keep your eyes on the top charts wait for my name to pop up
Dow Jones
Down like the Dow
a heart dying to try
A chemical love
It's a chemical love
Ain't nothin to it
Gettin' cash when you are broke
Doin' lots of time
Is worth
stones
Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank
Comin' down like the Dow Jones
When the clouds come, we gone
We Roc-A-Fella
We fly higher than weather
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