Lyrics:
'bout to make the bomb, sold uncut
Riding (I'm riding high)
(Make money, money, make money, money, money)
Slipping and sliding
(Jack, jack for your
grace
Tell me good things tell me that my world is safe
You pass by bars with empty stages
Three o'clock drinkers fall by
Chairs are placed on top
and number
All but the outlaw jack of diamonds
And the aces in the sky
He give his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by
At least I mean me magnified by three (by three)
(I mean me magnified by three, by three)
(I've got a daisy)
I remember when I couldn't level up
I was
nt3 (yeyeyeye)
Jack ya br3 (herh)(herh)
We grind for the money (yeyeye)
Anything for the money (yeyeyeye)
We gon shoot for the money (prrrrrrrrrra)
Ten
I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love,
I love you more than money and more than the stars above,
Love you more than madness,
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
down to Jamaica, just to roll some reefa
Sex on the beach, left love speechless
They say that money talk, tell these other neegas speak up
What's up
for all my Gs
Quarterback in the streets
Throw a zip for three
Mr mC on the beats that
Still spin when I freeze
In the city by the sea, bitch
Feel
Eternal love, eternal love
Money, money, money
Root of all evil
Money, money, money
Root of all evil
Money, money, money
Root of all evil
Money
Turned his self in, he had to do a bid
A 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G: you with me?
Motherfucking right, my
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies,
who loves you like I do
When you get tired of runnin'
You can turn around and walk back to me
The years just seemed to roll on by them
She missed
Yes
Ready on the left?
Yes
Ready on the right?
Yes
Are you ready?
2 plus 1 is 3
1 plus 2 is 3
1 plus 1 plus 1 is 3
Classic Black Eyed Peas
take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, ah
That's spot clickin' till
rhymes/Humpty Dumpty fell down, that???s his hard time/ Jack B. Nimble was nimble, and he was quick/ But Jam Master cut faster that so Jay says???
Beastie
everything's a go!
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go! Squad in the club wit me
Tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twins, ah,
That's spot clickin' till the D's run in
hides hanging by the dozens
Even got a lady mink, a muskrat's cousin
Got 'em out drying in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow papa's gonna turn 'em into money
the music begin
As I detect what I wrote with my
Through the time that I spent, money that I lent
Rap records went up just to bounce
Then became a new way
Vern? It's like funny
I mack legit and make all the money
See my capital T on my diamond ring
We hook up the beat and love to swing
So while you're
a new crib by the lake side
What is life? Life is love and I love my girl
So if life a bitch, then I'm tryna fuck the world
Yeah fuck 'em girl you
Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall
the thug
I'm thirsty, but I don't give a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money
I ain't went
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