Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin′ For Money (Part 2)

[Rampage]:

Yo, it′s 3:25 in the morning
My baby mom still yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the forehead
′Nuf said, beeper goes off
Five hundred, it′s Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one bites the dust
[Busta]:

Hey Ramp, fuck that!
I was ′bout to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we fighting over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it′s only right to react
Call the whole squad, let′s lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm down
I′ll be there in twenty minutes
Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick
I′m there quick
I tell my baby mom I got′s to go
I walked out the do′ then grabbed the two nines out the flo′
Driving through South, yo, we takin′ niggas war
Still on the run
Always running for cover when its necessary
I′m out numbered for now
But all that shit is temporary
Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down
If your violatin′, leavin you lost, you never be found
Number whatever on missing persons
Any minute them niggas gon′ feel blast of my squads gats bursting
I through the tri-borough bridge
In my fat land with my two nines and my mans
I′ma second from the spot
I cross the street from the parking lot
My trigger finger is hot
I′m seeing Bust in a phone booth
Niggas on the roofs
Spiff Star is in the range
The atmosphere change
Lord′s in the forerunner with machin

Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin′ For Money (Part 1)

Huh, yeah, fuck that,
Niggas go out to get it,
Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas,
Niggas is out there holding,
Starving nigga, fuck that, I′m a broke nigga,
And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something,
Fuck that.

Everyday, me and my son stay scheming,
On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming,
While you remain faking,
Yo, I ain′t tolerating, no mistaking,
We on the move to study paper-making,
Round up the whole squad quick,
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit,
Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the streetcorner,
We suprise like fiends in disguise,
Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize,
Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga,
The way it happened son, you′d never figure,
How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger,
Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding,
Even the watch that got the platinum moulding,
And as the situation start unfolding,
You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead,
Report it stolen, see what happen...

(Crazy fighting going on, mad punches, smashed glass etc.)

Cocks drwan nigga, holding my dick,
Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit,
Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick,
Get any my nigga Dit can pick,
What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed,
Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead,
Word to mother son, I ain′t fronting,
I′m taking everything I been always wanting,
So I continue to peep out, in the jam will be the most blidded,
Rob ′em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with
it,
I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit or even stab you on some
knife shit,
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it,
Leaving niggas ass naked,
Sometime I know it seems so shocking,
How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking,
All in your ears, cold steel all against your face,
I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace,
And if you thinking that′s strong,
I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around,
You feel the full five long,
The victim contemplating what to do,
Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that he′s going through,
This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping,
Bet y′all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened...

Toby Keith - Can′t Buy You Money

I got a sweet little woman: she knows that I love her true.
I gotten three little kids on the floor an′ they love their Daddy too.
I got a one on the way an′ I don′t think I can pay the doctor bill.
I never finished payin′ the last one off: don′t guess I ever will.
Yeah, we′d save it all up for a rainy day, but it′s always sunny.
Guess all the happiness in the world can′t buy you money.

I got an old work truck, it′ll barely get me to town and back.
I try an′ put in a little more overtime but that don′t pay no jack.
So I bring it home where my baby′s got my hot supper fixed.
Yeah, then I lay down my weary bones an′ get back up at six.
Just workin′ hard in the land of the milk and honey.
Hey, all the happiness in the world can′t buy you money.

But if I had plenty, I could keep us afloat.
Yeah, then in the end if my ship don′t come in,
I′d just buy a big boat.
Now, I ain′t got no money, Lord, I mean, deep in debt.
We must be livin′ on love from above,
′Cause we ain′t hit bottom yet.

I pick my pay-check up an′ go straight to the bank: that′s my usual route.
An′ then I go home an′ pick up the wife an′ kids ′cause we′re goin′ out, yeah.
Then it′s a drive-through window an′ pick out a combo, super-size.
Yeah, then swing on down to the Walmart an′ let the kids pick out a prize.
My truck broke down at the red-light: she thinks it′s real funny.
Guess all the happiness in the world can′t buy you money.

Yeah, we′d save it all up for a rainy day, but it′s always sunny.
Guess all the happiness in the world can′t buy you money.
Money.
Can′t buy you money.

Three 6 Mafia - Money Didn′t Change Me

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The money I made didn′t change me, nigga it changed you
I stayed the same through my wealth, but take a look at you
Back in the days I went to school wit ya, too cool wit ya
But seems like now I can′t fool wit ya

[DJ Paul]
Back in the days I went to school wit ya (Ya hear me)
Like blood brothers I was cool wit ya (Ya feel me)
I remember times I carried tools wit ya (I clapped)
But now days I can′t fool wit ya (I swear)
You said I started to act funny (I can′t see it)
Since I made me some money (You believe it)
It wasnt no problem when I gave it to you (I know)
But since I quit I′m in the wrong to you (Thats low)
It ain′t my fault that I kept chasin my dreams
You claimed you couldnt see the woods, because of too many trees (You dummy)
And dispite impossibilities (You know)
I turned to all impossibilities (For sho′)
But that ain′t keepin it real in yo mind (I see)
I gotta feed yo family and mine (Nigga please)
I hate so bad that can′t keep pleasin (Keep Samplin)
I guess everything happens for a reason (Shit happens)

[Chorus]

[Chrunchy Black]
I can′t call you everyday, I got studio and shows
You always want some money but ain′t never wrote no flows
You think I gotta put you in all our videos
And every time I buy something you want some C notes
You think you outta quit your job and come and work for me
So you can sit on your ass and get paid for free
So if you sit down and give this shit a little thought
You the one thats actin funny so I cut your water off

[Juicy J]
Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot
We pay cash for our cars that we push off the lot
Back in the say they use to say this rappin shit was a flop
But we done made our Mil tickets now they jealous and hot
Dont get mad, ghetto niggaz went from rags to riches
Straight outta North Side High now we stackin and pimpin
I ain′t forgot about the hood, cause the hood is still in me
I know its all to the good, all together we winnin

The Sisters of Mercy - Blood Money

Flesh)
(Bone)
(Splinters on the telephone)
(Whispers)
Bullet in the head
Down
Head
Down
Got power to burn
Got means
Got flowers to burn
Between those pretty dreams
Hold out for cover
Hold out your hands to me
For...

Blood, blood money
Blood, blood money, money, money, money

(Kiss...)
Children.....kiss the ring
Children.....kiss the blade

Blood, blood money
Blood, blood money, money, money, money

Which hand holds your hand?
holds?

Blood, blood money
Blood, blood money, money, money, money

Ludacris - Money maker

(feat. Pharrell)

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don′t you act like you don′t hear
She...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don′t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 1:]
Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shaking it for some paper
Took your mama 9 months to make ya
Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya

You ... you looking good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got * on my right side pouring some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain′t giving a fuck

So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today
But don′t forget about this feeling that I′m making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I′ll be making you wet..

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don′t you act like you don′t hear
She...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don′t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 2:]
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and..
Switch it till you running right out of breath and..
Take a break until you ready again and..
You can invite over as many friends as..
Ya want to, but I really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to...HEYY
Luda...I′m at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to the top of your brain
And I...just wanna take a lil ride on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and..

Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius...YUPP
Call me the renaissance man
Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block mannn....HEYY
I′m just a bedroom gangster
And I been meaning to tell ya that I really must thank ya when ya..

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don′t you act like you don′t hear
She...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don′t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 3:]
Rock rock rock it and make it work girl
Please don′t stop it until it hurt girl
You..you been looking a little tipsy
So if you could just shake it a little this way
See ima member of the BBC
The original bread winna of DTP
And you the center of attention thats distracting this war
Cuz everybody in the camp is like OH MY GODD..she could

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don′t you act like you don′t hear
She...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don′t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

Смоки Мо - Money (Скит)

-Делай деньги, не давай себя дурачить. Не верь всей этой газетной болтовни о других ценностях. Богачи беднякам читают проповеди о ничтожности денег, лишь для того, чтобы самим загребать эти деньги.

-Ну, что ты такое говоришь, просто тебе сегодня не повезло. Завтра все может измениться.

Смоки Мо - Money (feat. Fike. Jambazi)

What ive ever done that is all about the money
What ive ever prayed that is all about the money
Wanna be ever prayed that is all about the money
Take it take it take it, but i love it

Перед обидами надо понять, я не продал идей…
Что ты даешь?Я больше в*бу на бл*дей и халдеев,
Money переменами дам продам передам по рядам это надо рабам,
«Барабань» нам не торопя терпя теребя деревянными маан…
Мне не надо бла бла и бабла от душного лэйбла…
Слава на голову лава лаве плюс литры блэк лэйбла,
Знали бы нас знали бы толк, втыкали бы сколько,
Мы залипали на палеве, плавили тару, готовили дым и не только,
Доли давали не нам и не надо, мы гады не патки увыыыыы…
Мы не меняли на бабки то что поменяли бы выы,
С ног бы до головы лаве ловили бы стимул и выгоду дяди,
Ты на экране, за кадром тот кто е*ет тебя сзади,
Мы обитаем тут где тебе не дадут и копейки,
Мы не номинированы там где зомбированы тем что впаривали долго фэйки
Цель без налика далека но мы не делали стаф за цены высокие
Not for sale…Fike, Jambazy, Smoky…

What ive ever done that is all about the money
What ive ever prayed that is all about the money
Wanna be ever prayed that is all about the money
Take it take it take it, but i love it

Полтора косаря зеленых за первый альбом
Одно легендарное соло ставшее супер хитом
Но мой лейбл продал всего 2000 экземпляров
И кара — тэ по продажам стал крупным провалом (в чем дело?!)
Я продолжал писать,ведь я фанатик этого стайла
Я предан этому, как верный пес предан хозяину
Система намекала — без денег будут проблемы
Второй альбом я спецом сделал еще подземным
Пока ты пишешь dissы продвигая свою жопу
Большая flava мастерит новую бомбу
Def Djoint из Saint P. — надеюсь нет вопросов?
Курим сплиф, пока ты смотришm в рот своему боссу
Нищета рисует полосы иссине — черные
Эфир из грязных районов глазами обреченных
Из комнат задымленных плотно наполненных верой
Выходит то, чем мы ломаем бездушия стены
Прости, но розовые стекла прийдется продать
И что такое Ад — тебе еще предстоит узнать
Наличка чтобы выжить, наличка чтобы cдохнуть
Наличка чтобы тр**ать с*к и ничего не помнить
Один счастливый билет из мертвого царства
Никто из нас не упустит такого шанса
И этот выход открывает свои двери не многим
На этом джоинте Fike, Jambazi, & Смоки

What ive ever done that is all about the money
What ive ever prayed that is all about the money
Wanna be ever prayed that is all about the money
Take it take it take it, but i love it

Liz Phair - Shitloads Of Money

Louis is probably thirty years old but he looks like a solid 45
Louis says he′s got a headache
I look in his eyes, and I believe him
The big L.K.′s and the gangster disciples
Louis can′t think of who else could take over, but he just can′t
Get up in the morning
A genuine face, braced for survival

It′s nice to be liked
But it′s better by far to get paid
I know that most of the friends that I have don′t really see it
That way
But if you could give ′em each one wish
How much do you wanna bet
They′d wish success for themselves and their friends and
That would include lots of money

Don′t know how many times you were stuck in the morning
You just couldn′t move, though your mother was calling
You know, what you need
Is a Lotto revival
A train flashes by and you′re lost in a spiral

It′s nice to be liked
But it′s better by far to get paid
I know that most of the friends that I have don′t really see it
That way
But if you could give ′em each one wish
How much do you wanna bet
They′d wish success for themselves and their friends and
That would include lots of money

Take the train on up to the zoo, don′t look back
On what you′ve been through
Cause everyone′s got a Monday
It looks like shit and it must be America
It burns so quick, then it must be America

It′s nice to be liked
But it′s better by far to get paid
I know that most of the friends that I have don′t really see it
That way
But if you could give ′em each one wish
How much do you wanna bet
They′d wish success for themselves and their friends and
That would include lots of money

Michael Jackson - Money

Money...
Lie for it
Spy for it
Kill for it
Die for it

Say you call is a trust
But I say it′s just
In the devil′s game
Of greed and lust
They don′t care
They′d do me for the money
They don′t care
They use me for the money

Say you go to church
Read the Holy Word
In the scheme of life
It′s all absurd
They don′t care
They′d kill for the money
Do or dare
The thrill for the money

You′re saluting the flag
Your country trusts you
Now you′re wearing a badge
You′re called the "Just Few"
And you′re fighting the wars
A soldier must do
I′ll never betray or deceive you my friend but...

If you show me the cash
Then I will take it
If you tell me to cry
Then I will fake it
If you give me your hand
Then I will shake it
You′ll do anything for money...

Chorus:
Anything
Anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Chorus

Insurance?
Where do your loyalties lie?
Is that your alibi?
I don′t think so
You don′t care
You′d do her for the money
Say it′s fair
You sue her for the money

Want your pot of gold
Need the Midas touch
Bet you sell your soul
Cuz your God is such
You don′t care
You kill for the money
Do or dare
The thrill for the money

Are you infested with the same disease
Of lust, gluttony and greed?
Then watch the ones
With the biggest smiles
The idle jabbers...
Cuz they′re the backstabbers

If you know it′s a lie
Then you will swear it
If you give it with guilt
Then you will bear it
If it′s taking a chance
Then you will dare it
You′ll do anything for money...

Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus

You say you wouldn′t do it
For all the money in the world
I don′t think so
If you show me the man
Then I will sell him
If you ask me to lie
Then I will tell him
If you′re dealing with God
Then you will hell him
You′ll do anything for money

Chorus
(Repeat - ad lib to end)

Lil Wayne - Get That Money

(feat. Birdman)

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I know some niggaz that′ll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain′t hurtin′
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin′
I′m smokin′ somethin′ I can′t pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl′in′ bitch I′m on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich
You fuckin′ wit′ a winner but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit′ her yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin′ for realer I′ma kill her
I′m just a money maaan so where the dollars at
??? beat that until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit′ that
Her pistol in the ceilin′ that′s her survival pack
And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it′s money over bitches

[Chorus - Lil Wayne - 2X]
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain′t worryin′ ′bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller
If you ain′t talkin′ ′bout that dough homie what′cha talkin′

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
So get′cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit′ work and tell her don′t trip take a trip
Get′cha hustle up the money′s what you make of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin′ homie false promotin′
It ain′t about what′cha makin′ it′s about what ya totin′
Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife
The bitch ain′t even cry ′cause he was livin′ that life
These niggaz think I′m slippin′ ′cause I′m fallin′ back
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Young′n get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don′t make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
Do ya thang whoa′ hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G′s who ain′t around this bitch
But shawty they ain′t fuckin′ wit′ pops
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon′ follow that guap... yeah

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin′ turn a key into a crack charge
Y′all niggaz ain′t eatin′ how we eatin′ B
Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be
If they ain′t wit′ us they must be against us
We shoot ′em in the head ′cause they act like they senseless
If you ain′t gettin′ bread nigga keep yo′ distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin′

[Lil Wayne]
Money money money is my intuition
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hardbody these niggaz boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya
Them .380 snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin′ Baby pay me
My 9-to-5 is overrated I′m on that grind hoe

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

Lil Wayne - Cash Money Millionaires

[Lil Wayne]
Keep pimpin [4x]

[Lil Wayne]
Keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin

[Verse 1]
I got a bitch in the back i got a hoe in the front
One cookin the crack one rollin the blunt
I′m getin pussy and ass from my beautiful broad
If you lookin for that holla at ya boy
I′m a ma ma mack mack
A pi pi pimp
I spi spi spi spit out shrimp
I pull out clean
I get out limp
I walk like li li li limp
I talk like bitch get get chi chi chi
The best player on my team when i ball women cheer
And they love the way i come out with the gear
Check out theese shoes don′t come out this year
So if you love your girl don′t let her come out this year
Cuz if you leave her out there then she comin out here
And that ain′t fair and i don′t care
I′m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I′m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 2]
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if i give it to my hoe
She gone bring back more not a minuite go she ain′t getin that loot
And if you ain′t got no money she ain′t getin at you
I like em sexy high yella if you fit thats you
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coop
Take a hit of that fruit get hi wit wayne
Fly wit birdman jr. wave hi to planes
Say bye to lames don′t but they game
If he don′t score in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit my money i′ma lynch ya ass
Like john lynch and shit don′t tempt me bitch
Wipe me down cuz i′m filthy rich
If getin money a crime then i′m guilty bitch
And that ain′t fair but i don′t care i′m a mothafuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I′m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 3]
Sitin low in the car sit hi in the truck
Sit in the front of the plane way in the back of the bus
I got ladies for days i got women for months
Leave ya girl at home i made 21
I got that thang on chrome blades 21
I got them thang inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a preety one
Like whats good mama come make the clouds jump over us come fly wit me
My diamonds bling my weed is rap
Call me wheezy the king call me wheezy the crack
If pimpin is dead then i′m bringin it back
Matter of fact it never died so i take that back
If your shoes too small shawty take that back
Cuz you gone walk all day till you make that back
And that ain′t fair but i don′t care i′m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I′m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

Whats really good mommy its ya boy w-h-e-e-z-y f baby so hi in the sky i′m so fly watch out for

Lil Wayne - Money On My Mind

Yeah

[Chorus 2X with variations]
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of

Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe
I′m lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R.
Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich
Dear Mr. Toilet I′m the shit
Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip
And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don′t struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes nigga I′m a pimp
Lil nigga bout to rape the market
If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin

[Chorus]

[Hook: during Chorus]
Fuck bitches (3X)
Get money (3X)
Get money fuck bitches
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money

Yeah
Nigga get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know bout that baby its yo time
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks
He tell me I′m gainin weight I tell him I′m gettin paid
Money over bitches I′m yellin it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after what pays
These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day
I gotta get it even if its in the worst way
That cake like it′s it′s my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person
Nigga

[Chorus] + [Hook: during Chorus]

Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar
I′m diggin in the game tryna get some money out her
I′m so vain its a problem
It ain′t a stain on these Pradas I′m just bein modest
Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
She still down and she don′t get none of the profit
We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it
Forever symbolizing the grind it don′t walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit ′em up baby
I know its crazy but I can′t get enough baby
I love it I fuckin love it
I′m a self made millionaire fuck the public
Ridin to myself cause I don′t fuck with nothin
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

KMFDM - Money

One for the money,
two for the show,
three to get ready,
now go kids go

I went to school six years,
But I never graduated,
′cause my parents were poor,
Now I′m undereducated
Like so many others,
All over the nation,
′cause the government′s
Saving up all the education

I am thirty, male,
Common white trash,
Standing in line,
With my pockets full of cash,
It was payday today,
And I′m gonna spend money,
On a bottle of booze,
To bring home for my honey

My future′s all set,
I′m a part of the gang,
I make money on the street,
Anytime I can,
I sell drugs to the kids,
′cause that′s what pays
I make a couple a hundred,
In just one day

You see my ′vet in the drive,
At home I got a ?bitch?,
I like speeding on the highway,
???
Do you need a woman,
A bitch,
With a ?bust? fourty-two,
Just that you know,
Got one for you

Nicki Minaj - Young Money Capo

when where just here

when where just here

when where just here

when where just here

when where just here

when where just here

when where just here

when where just here

when where just here

when where just here

when where just here

all is fine in my time!

Nicki Minaj - Mind On My Money

(feat. Brinx & Busta Rhymes)

I got my mind on my money and I′m not goin awayyyy...
So keep on gettin yur paper...

[Brinx:]
Now you hold it′s yur excellence... see I t.c oh forward slash president... east side resident oh so
evident... brinx billy ride cousin black on black phantom 26′s on the side of em... ninas on the
side of em... goonies on the side of em... anybody can get it boy be careful on the side of them...
these niggas are burial guns no fearial... money hungry honey with me if you holla she gonna carry
you... flyer than a aireal vechical gerital... sittin on my feet when I′m stuntin on them people...
I tell no fabels everyhting chillen... fax machines office max see me for that paper... you workin
for short bread ain′t my money long youngin... bxtch I′m on trappin more digits than a phone number
different time zones on em kill them niggas lyrcially... left side of my closet look invaded by
italy... right side paris left side flaggin paper is is my main chick me and money married... and
that′s all a nigga knoes bitch that′s why them brand new niggas is all up on my old shxt...

[Speaking: Nicki Minaj]
That′s what I did I came up out the truck... you what I′m sayin... I chuck my dueces like... that′s
all I do like... young money nicki minaj it′s the ninja harajuku barbie and all of that... nah I′m
sayin all that... me gettin money you writin disses we gettin money... yeaaaaa boiiiiii

Hit me my limozine... all in yur magazine... and when I come they betta lean like a Promethazine
they say nicki nice... I′m about my money mama... and tell michelle I got my eye on barack obama...
tryin to get that modana you kno hannah montanna... and you can find me sittin indian style with the
dolly lama... konichiwa I get my yin and say sayonara... I′m medatating and I′m in conhootz with a
higher power... mind on money money on mind mind mind on my money mind[yo hoe rai que quo)... mind
on money ay mind on my money babe... how does this money taste wine in yo moneys face... you see the
signs and the teachings... well if you didn′t knoe well this is grindin season... now and go get yur
gangs signs throw it up... all my niggas on them bikes throw it up... we don′t care what you say...
we ain′t gonna win no way... my niggas bring the heat like a summer day... so mind on my mutha fckn
money mind on my mutha fckn money oooooo...

[Speakin: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo I speak forgien lanuages and shxt... but the lanuage is speak is that monney lanuage... hahahah
flipmode bxtch... brinx I like how we do the brinx truck job on these niggas homey... time after
time again I like niggas and remind niggas how I hold out on mutha fckas...

Niggas out here frontin about they bread you can′t trust it niggas my money so stupid call me warren
busta buss nigga... glad it ain′t a toss and everything about me butters I′ve been counting money so
long I see dollar signs and different colors... my money is smear and smutherd yur money you hear me
brotha been about that bread like I was broke or still in the gutta... and in case you ain′t knoe
there will be no repalcement and them bags of arab money I got stashed in the basement face it...
when ever I shine I glisten and when ever I talk you listen ain′t no money gettin made in these
street without my premission I keeps it drug infested my money is well invested it′s to the point my
[? ] is well respected you need to check my method I promise you I be the wrong nigga that′s comes
to my money that you ever want to mess with grind like missionary labor holding indigutary paper you
already knoe my team is filled with [? ] ears we made you... I don′t give a fck about yur
stipulation... type of bread appropriate for every situation... you can tell by the jewlery sittin
on my collar from the bread to the crib I knoe all about the dollar

Nicki Minaj - Young Money Ballaz

[Lil Wayne Talking]
Chyea! Young Mula Baby!
Good Morning New York!

[Nicki Minaj Talking]
Waddup New Orleans?
What you want me to do, weezy?

[Lil Wayne Talking]
Get em, baby!

[Nicki Minaj Talking]
Alright daddy

[Lil Wayne Talking]
Nicki Lewinsky

[Nicki Minaj]
I got a fetish for boys that′s pushing them nice toys
A fetish for dem boys that′s fresher than altoids
I got a thing for a dude in a fresh pair of Mauris
If he rockin′ ′em right then I might let him call me
He put the Prada bag with the Prada heels wid it
The Louis dufflebag had about a mil in it
From here to Trinidad, man I shoulda been wid it (?)
Cuz everything I had I just doubled them bitches
That′s the kinda dude that can roll with the President
Sit up in the Rolls maybe roll to my residence
Stay around Fendi
He love my spaghetti
He let me do my thing he ain′t never act petty
If he ringing, I′m dipping
Put the ring in my lip and
I just give ′em away
[...........]
Now he spending and trickin′
So these chickens is trippin′
I′m like, I′m like, I′m like

That′s what my girls say
Errday my birthday
Young Money sippin′ rosay when we thirstay
Okay, c′mon

[Talking]
Good Evening New York!
Heheh That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat
Flyer than a Felt and
Black ties, black rims
Just to help em look good in the summer
My car look better than your woman
My woman look better than your momma
And I don′t wanna name or number
Just a brain from a [...]
I ain′t came in a Hummer that′s a Bentley [..] on her
I′m nasty on the beat like the runners
I′m a gunner like a hunter with a gun
With a deer right in front ′em
Ima send him two [...]
[.............]
Oh back to the subject
I′m balling without a budget
I′m a big spender
But I ain′t done yet
Ima keep that shit running
Like I′m on some [....]
On a Sunday
I′m [...] you don′t wanna [....]
You do it but I done it
I stun it
I spun it

That′s what my girls say
Errday my birthday
Young Money sippin′ rosay when we thirstay
Uh huh Okay c′mon

Nicki Minaj man aka Nicki Lewinsky man
Eyy Big Spender
Like I said nicki minaj
You bitches open up your pussies n get ready

Kings Of Leon - No money

Won′t you give me something I need
Won′t you peel me off the street
Gonna wet my tongue
Spit me up and break me a fever
Give me something I can believe in
Give me something to walk me away
I′m a wasting time
And all in all a waste of a living
Waste of a living

Can′t you see me walking alone
I′ve been down to the horns and back
And I′m way to tired
Of blowing out on a burning candle
I got no money but I want you so
I got no money but I want you so oh

I′ve got so much I cannot handle
Cannot handle
I cannot handle

We are all just pissing around
Cutting loose in this fucking town
I aint coming back
I′ve got my tick, onto the next one
I got no money but I want you so
I got no money but I want you so oh
And I want, and I want, and I want, and I want ya

Plies - Plenty Money

[Intro:]
I got plenty money I got plenty money I got plenty money
Let da streets kno I got plenty money I got plenty money

[Chorus:]
What′s in my pocket dog big face huned jus left da mall
Bought erre thang that I wanted I′m kinda of mad witchu
Haters I′m real dissapointed cause wat u didn′t tell da people
Dat I got plenty money I got plenty money

[Verse1]
I lyke mah bitches hood but my all my whips foriegn jus bought a new house
Da last one was borin 10, 000 sq.feet it feel lyke you tourin dese niggaz
Dissin me it ain′t really important.take off yo shirt nigga I bet yo ribs showin.
U niggaz starvin my money ovaflowin.jewelry game sick got all dese hoes
Adorin.catch me n da club with all da yak pourin.if I eva go to prison umma have
Plenty stories.sleep real good ain′t gotta worry.stay fresh erre day jewlry stay
Glowin.I got plenty money n all u niggas kno it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Next money guess wat I′m buyin rappers.I′m startin to feel sorry fo u lil bastards.
I′m pretty hawt yo career a disaster. I control you niggaz sumthin lyke yo master.
65 grand that round a beezle.stay frum round me if u don′t lyke 2 smell cheddar
I ain′t fuckin with da hoe cause she a big hacker.wanna kno who I′m fuckin my money
I jus married hur.she ben good 2 meh I mite 5 karot hur.ran me out da store
I brought to many plasmas.countin so much money breathin like I got
Asthma.u kno the old sayin the mo money tha merrier.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I don′t kno why I botu da bently wen I had da masarati.wat I paid fo da goonz
Trade 140.scared 2 keep money on meh cause I will blow it.my strip club name
Is MR. WILL THROW IT.keep fire on deck n I will show it.fuq with me n get wacked
All u niggaz kno it.scared 2 dance in da club cause my fire loaded.if u don′t use it den
Don′t tote it.mo money 2 most niggas me mo whorish.mo money 2 me mean keep
Goin.haterz gettin tired my money still growin.ball all night catch a flight next mornin

Plies - Money Straight

[Intro]
Hey nigga... It ain′t no motherfuckin′ secret no mo′ nigga... Yeah
I got my motherfuckin′ chips straight now nigga... You bitch ass
niggas better hope I don′t go broke nigga... ′Cause if I do I′mma
be layin′ in yo′ motherfuckin′ bushes nigga haha!

[Chorus]
I′m ridin′ on twenty-eights (you know my money straight)
I drink ′Gnac e′eryday (you know my money straight)
Ask the strippers do I play (you know my money straight)
I′m in the mall e′eryday (you know my money straight)
I′m ridin′ on twenty-eights (you know my money straight)
I drink ′Gnac e′eryday (you know my money straight)
Ask the strippers do I play (you know my money straight)
I′m in the mall e′eryday (you know my money straight)

[Verse 1]
I′m a animal in the club beast in the mall
If you want it better cop it ′fore I buy it out
Finna show you lil′ rookie ass niggas how to ball
Don′t you size me lil′ nigga if ya money small
Got choppers and money so I′m ready for war
Got a glock forty pin yo′ ass to the wall
Drop ten on the eights like to sit tall
And if you want the ho tell me I′ll buy her dog
I drink ′Gnac don′t fuck wit′ Cris′ at all
Draggin′ bags nigga bust stacks in the mall
You smoke regular or ′preme homie it′s yo′ call
It ain′t shit to me nigga ′cause I′m a big dog
You don′t know when the feds comin′ so you better ball
Livin′ mine on the edge motherfuck the law
I′m gettin′ mo′ money now nigga than I done ever saw
And I can afford to smoke it a hundred dollar ′gar

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I buy whips on the regular soak ′em in candy
You know I′m in the strip club ′cause all the hoes happy
Soon as I hit the motherfuckin′ do′ I′m spendin′ cabbage
Spend somethin′ or get the fuck from ′round me crabbin′
Me and the goons caked up blowin′ money laughin′
Ask the niggas that know me I′m big dog status
It ain′t V.S.O.P. I don′t want it don′t even ask me
Blew a stack on that ho ′cause I seen you hackin′
Got my pistol on me pussy nigga that′s why I′m actin′
′Gnaced up and doped up ready to make it happen
Rather be the nigga that e′erybody wanna rob
Then be that nigga dog that e′erybody seen starve
I get money nigga that′s my motherfuckin′ job
And I ain′t goin′ broke no mo′ nigga I swear to God
′Cause when you ballin′ nigga that′s when that hatin′ start
I know one way to go pussy and that′s hard

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I′m out right now a hundred thousand dollar bonds
Pussy ass cracker must thought a nigga ain′t have the funds
Got out the same day nigga bought mo′ guns
Beggin′ one of these fuck niggas to play dumb
So I can fuck around and give they ass the whole drum
Took plenty losses bounced back off e′ery one
Ain′t never asked one of you fuck niggas to hold somethin′
Then why you mad at me pussy ′cause you ain′t me
Ain′t been in the mall five minutes and done spent a G
Tell the truth about me pussy I′m who you wanna be
I gave her two hundred for the head ′cause I′m fuckin′ for free
If you a pussy nigga you probably don′t fuck wit′ me
How much I paid for the watch dropped fifty-three
Bought that and another crib the same week
And all my rent paid for nigga I ain′t leasin′
It′s official you fuck niggas ′cause Plies even

[Chorus]

[music out]

Robert Plant - Trouble Your Money

Had a dream last night Didn′t come as a surprise
When I woke up wet With the moon in my eyes
Just the same old dream Like the one before
But this time I thought you were there for sure
I′ve been caught red-handed, I don′t know what I′m gonna do
So when I wake, Every night it′s the same
Just lying there staring and confused yet again
And it′s when I do That I fumble in the dark
For the line or the light from the tear in my heart
Here it comes again, oh ... looking for you
And here it comes again And here it comes again
Now I′ve carried the torch I′ve uncovered the flame
But the friend I′d meet, it must have known me
Had a dream last night Didn′t come as a surprise
When I woke up wet With the moon in my eyes
Here I am, here I am again, looking for you Oh oh oh
Here it comes again And here it comes again
Every night it′s the same Every night it′s the same,
oh Every night it′s the same Every night it′s the same,
oh Every night it′s the same

Nickelback - Look What Your Money Bought

Cherry Stem in her mouth she could tie in a knot
Favorite trick she does, One in ten that she′s got
Making friends, setting trends, hardly having to try
All the looks, by the book, best that money can buy

Look what your money bought
It′s all that she′s got
It keeps her company
Straight from Mom and Daddy

Last chance to dance, our in back of the bar
Shakin′ hands, nice to meet you, I don′t know who you are
She has a toke and makes a joke about the alley man
Never pleasured from the treasure in a garbage can

Look what your money bought
It′s all that she′s got
It keeps her company
Straight from Mom and Daddy

Cherry Stem in her mouth she could tie in a knot
Favorite trick she does, One in ten that she′s got
Making friends, setting trends, hardly having to try
All the looks, by the book, best that money can buy

Nickelback - Money Bought

Cherry stem with her mouth she could tie in a knot
Favourite trick she does, One in ten that she′s got
Making friends, setting trends, hardly having to try
All the looks, by the book, best that money can buy

Look what your money bought
It′s all that she′s got
It keeps her company
Straight from Mom and Daddy

Last chance to dance, out in back of the bar
Shakin′ hands, nice to meet you, I don′t know who you are
She has a toke and makes a joke about the alley man
Never pleasured from the treasure in a garbage can

Look what your money bought
It′s all that she′s got
It keeps her company
Straight from Mom and Daddy

Cherry stem with her mouth she could tie in a knot
Favourite trick she does, One in ten that she′s got
Making friends, setting trends, hardly having to try
All the looks, by the book, best that money can buy

Placebo - Miss Money Penny

Penance for his sin, he locked it in for just a little while
lubricating creams, sanitaries would only cramp his style
it′s a dirty job but shooting guns just makes you horny
wants to spill his seed on guaranteed, service with a smile.

Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh
Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh

Pitter patter of the eyelid on the first roll of the dice
feel the atmosphere, it′s gently laced with nicotine and spice
it′s a long walk home, the entrance of the night is scary
only trouble is, he never learned to shoot the same gun twice

Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh
Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh

Every job he saves the girl
martini, mobile phone
bastards getting in his way
they′re all pushing daisies
All you need to make a movie is a gun and a girl

0898 007 [repeat]

Бумбокс - Cash, Money, Бабулєс

Є у всіх у нас одна вада:
Ми заручники наших "хочу".
Як і сотні років назад
Бабло-бабло наш камінь точить.
Перше і останнє завдання -
Якомога більше паперів.
Нескінченні наші бажання
Вже не проходять ні в вікна, ні в двері.

Приспів:
Кажуть, править cash-бабулес,
Хто встиг - той вліз, інші - в ліс.
Вам потрібен cash - так, авжеж.
Я вже бачу ліс рук, рук ліс.
Кажуть, править cash-бабулес,
Нібито він надає імунітет від усіх криз.
Те, що з ним загубиш, вже не знайдеш:
Він підносить до небес, потім кидає вниз.

З іпотечним своїм кредитом
Відчуваєш себе як Чак Норріс.
Хто ж тепер може з ніг тебе збити?Є ж поліс, страховий
поліс.
Перше і останнє завдання -
Якомога більше привату
Ай, страшне ж яке побажання:
Щоб ти жив на одну зарплату.

Приспів
Money, money, get rich or die tryin’
Money, get rich or die tryin’

Pink - I Got Money Now

When I was a young buck
I tried to be liked by
Everyone
Everyone
I tried so hard to be funny and nice
I tried so hard to be sugar and spice
Didn′t work for me
Got old quickly
But now I′m not losing sleep at night
No one′s calling me on the telephone
To see if I′m at home
Cause now I′ve got everything that I have ever wanted or so it seems
Yeah so it seems yeah

You don′t
Have to
Like me
Anymore
I′ve got money now
I don′t care
What you say
About me
Anymore
I′ve got money now

When I got a little older
I realized
It′s all lies
There is no prize
There is no prize
There is no heartache if you can afford
Everything delivered right to your door
Responsibilities
This life is easy
So now girl with everything
How could she complain
Cause she′s got it made
Yeah she′s got it made
I don′t need to be tucked in at night
Told that everything is gonna be alright
Is gonna be alright
Cause I don′t have to fight

You don′t
Have to
Like me
Anymore
I′ve got money now
I don′t care
What you say
About me
Anymore
I′ve got money now

I wouldn′t trade a dollar for some sense
I wouldn′t trade a lifetime for some friends
I′ve got everything
And all is what it seems
I worked so hard all of my life
Just to have things I could call me
I don′t need no love
Cause I have got enough
So now I don′t mind being alone all the time
It′s alright
I′ve got money now
That′s what it′s all about
And I′m so busy buying things and traveling the world
I don′t have time for friends
Or family
And that′s fine with me
So it seems

You don′t
Have to
Like me
Anymore
I′ve got money now
I don′t care
What you say
About me
Anymore
I′ve got money now

You don′t
Have to
Like me
Anymore
I′ve got money now
I don′t care
What you say
About me
Anymore
Cause I′ve got money now

Pink Floyd - Money

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you′re O.K.
Money, it′s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I′ll buy me a footbal team.

Money, get back
I′m alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it′s a hit
Don′t give me that do goody good bullshit
I′m in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.

Money, it′s a crime
Share it fairly but don′t take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise it′s no surprise that
They′re giving none away, away, away

Beck - No Money No Honey (Pt 1)

No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
Ain′t no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No honey, no honey
No honey, no money
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey

One more time
Keep goin′
One more time

No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey

What′s your name?

Тимати - Get Money

We get money
Moscow to US
We get money
World wide we be touch dat (OOO OOO OOOOOOOO)
We be touch dat (OOO OOO OOOOOOOO)

(Hit em down) Thing funny
World wide tha chicks is love money
Cause in the club we be throw in Up (OOO OOO OOOOOO)
We be throw in up (OOO OOO OOOOOO)

Nox:

In … …. like a pimps
Spot like a man, like a man.
When I’m beein a button, button a bad
Ge fa tur ka
Won’t be a length in songs, scary
You killing me in the … wrong.
Each know … fucked day with a stars, shit
Is big Nox … lodge.
Get money in a East
Money in a West
For only over sees
Wo we do it the best
Yeh, my style know guns, know west
Just takes killes … takes
Even popo let me right
Atom of baby like spasiba
Bring a move, when, I’m chilling in a club with team.
Hang a move fucked Moscow, fucking we him, never
Listen man, we game …, Porsche Caenn, we in the Black Star …

We get money
Moscow to US
We get money
World wide we be touch dat (OOO OOO OOOOOOOO)
We be touch dat (OOO OOO OOOOOOOO)

(Hit em down) Thing funny
World wide tha chicks is love money
Cause in the club we be throw in Up (OOO OOO OOOOOO)
We be throw in up (OOO OOO OOOOOO)

Timati:

Scott Storch Production - платиновый статус,
Тимати Москва – город-пафос.
Здесь я вырос и стал номер один в столице.
Мокрый асфальт, Bentley, на хвосте милиция.
Русские традиции - умеем веселиться,
Можем подраться, но вовремя остановиться.
Мы здесь, чтоб делать бизнес - получать лавэ,
Класть их на счёт и спускать в San-Trope.

Да и мне плевать кто, что про меня сказал,
Мне плевать где, в какой газете, кто, что написал,
Мне плевать на то, что думает тусовка,
Чтоб задеть меня, нужен ранг и подготовка.
Но у тебя нету уровня и нету стиля,
Нету счёта в банке, нету своего автомобиля,
Нету дисков, клипов, треков, телератаций,
Так что не хуй и стараться,
Вам со мной не поравняться!

We get money
Moscow to US
We get money
World wide we be touch dat (OOO OOO OOOOOOOO)
We be touch dat (OOO OOO OOOOOOOO)

(Hit em down) Thing funny
World wide tha chicks is love money
Cause in the club we be throw in Up (OOO OOO OOOOOO)
We be throw in up (OOO OOO OOOOOO)

Эй, yo! Следующие слова посвящаются всем завистникам, которые говорят всякий bull shit про меня.
Ваши имена в индустрии слишком мало весят для того, чтобы я обращал на них своё внимание. Ye! А
теперь ещё меньше, ведь Mr.Black Star - первый и единственный рэппер в России, имеющий международный
статус теперь! Ha, ha!
I wanna thanks Scott Storch for making dream come true
My name Nox, hold it in down for feelin.
Raul the general Terror Squad BX
Russian princess Julia Kova
Any know what?
From Moscow to US
We get money
Strike like that!

We get money
Moscow to US
We get money
World wide we be touch dat (OOO OOO OOOOOOOO)
We be touch dat (OOO OOO OOOOOOOO)

(Hit em down) Thing funny
World wide tha chicks is love money
Cause in the club we be throw in Up (OOO OOO OOOOOO)
We be throw in up (OOO OOO OOOOOO)

We get money
Moscow to US
We get money
World wide we be touch dat (OOO OOO OOOOOOOO)
We be touch dat (OOO OOO OOOOOOOO)

(Hit em down) Thing funny
World wide tha chicks is love money
Cause in the club we be throw in Up (OOO OOO OOOOOO)
We be throw in up (OOO OOO OOOOOO)

Scott Storch
Nox feelin
Raul BX Terror Squad
Timati Moscow
Yeh
We get us money hold on

From Russia with love…

Децл - Hoolahoop (ft. Robert Ryda, D.Money, Atom & D.Masta)

Могучий flow, Reggae Dancehall,
Гремит танцпол так, что скачет всё.
Будет горячо, прыгай будто за мячом,
Больше огня, yo ди-джей давай ещё.

Танцуй под этот бит, пусть никто не спит,

Раскачаем всех под регги мотив.
Минус негатив, только позитив,
Нам не нужен beef, мы взрываем splif.
Топаем, топаем, топаем, топаем вместе,
Топаем non-stop в такт этой песни.
Не стой на месте, не сиди в кресле,
Вставай, ведь rasta mafia здесь, мэн.

Могучий flow, Reggae Dancehall,
Гремит танцпол так, что скачет всё.
Будет горячо, прыгай будто за мячом,
Больше огня, yo ди-джей давай ещё.

Могучий flow, Reggae Dancehall,
Гремит танцпол так, что скачет всё.
Будет горячо, прыгай будто за мячом,
Больше огня, yo ди-джей давай ещё.

Слушай звук, на танцполе море рук,
Знает ли здесь кто-нибудь движенье Hoola Hoop?
Теснее формируем круг, вкуривай в ритм,
Слушай луб NewSchool, Connection и Le Truk.
Моно Robert Ryda слушай, если не слышишь райва,
Теперь Reggae есть у нас врубайся,
Selectah сделать больше драйва.
Чтобы все точно знали,
Dancehall party не только на Ямайке.

Движение ритм в ритм,
Покажем вам тут свой крутой мотив, тив.
Hoola Hoop танец не для балерин — нет,
Курим, чилим, дым проникает сквозь кулисы в центр
Тут только позитив.
И ты не стой, стой,
Продолжай делать это вместе со мной но,
Я хочу чтобы ты была сама собой,
Вместе с волной ещё делай на все сто
Давай телом двигай вместе со мной.

Могучий flow, Reggae Dancehall,
Гремит танцпол так, что скачет всё.
Гремит танцпол, давай ещё.
Моя братва не курит hash,
Моя братва мутит dirty cash.
Моя братва всегда со мно,
Boy, на нашей дороге не стой.

Говорит как есть понимает то что
Все будет на полный ход.
Двигай телом с бока на бок
Понимай как попадать в поток
Это Dancehall бро,
Берегись потому что он как ток идет.

Удиви всех тех кто готов не спать всю ночь или больше,
А-ау тащи свой зад на танцпол,
Понимай, у нас будет жарко.

Boy, на нашей дороге не стой.

И вновь мы трясём эти стены,
Мы не сидим без дела.
Мы не из тех, кто с 8 до 5 пошатает систему.
Пускаем joint по кругу,
И ты давай двигай телом,
Я не могу жить по другому,
Как будто это в моих генах.
Со мной московский раста,
Мы взрываем на раз-два.
Если в кармане нету плана,
То, хватит и полки пласта.
Все детишки рады,
Новый подарок от Bad Sant’ы.
Крошу этот shit в порошок,
И заворачиваю в жирный блант.

Мой flow, как цунами,
Если ты со мной — трогай облака руками.
Двигай телом мами, танцуй в такт с нами,
Давай, сегодня Dancehall party.
С тобой Le Truk, погромче звук,
Этой ночью, точно будет горячо, мой друг.
Вставай в круг, делай Hoola Hoop,
Делай Hoola Hoop, делай, делай Hoola Hoop.
Моя братва не курит hash,
Моя братва мутит dirty cash.
Моя братва всегда со мной,
Boy, на нашей дороге не стой.

Могучий flow, Reggae Dancehall,
Гремит танцпол так, что скачет всё.
Будет горячо, прыгай будто за мячом,
Больше огня, yo ди-джей давай ещё.

Могучий flow, Reggae Dancehall,
Гремит танцпол так, что скачет всё.
Будет горячо, прыгай будто за мячом,
Больше огня, yo ди-джей давай ещё.

Kelis - Scared Money

Come to my window
I′ll leave it open
Sometimes a girl just needs fresh air

I have a garden
Do you like flowers
Just through the gates it is my world

Lets take a ride
You′ll drive my car
We′ll put the top down and name stars

I have this candy
My mother gave me
I′ll share if you don′t tell no one

I know you′re afraid to come with me
But tonight I′m gonna present you with pleasure, with pleasure
See scared money don′t make none
So role with me and I will be your treasure, your treasure

I know you′re afraid to come with me
But tonight I′m gonna present you with pleasure, with pleasure
See scared money don′t make none
So role with me and I will be your treasure, your treasure

It′s rainng now
I′m soaking wet but I think I like it baby
It′s hot in here
I′ll make it clear that I really want you baby

I′m fighting porn and it′s still morning
You make me leave my conscience baby
I′m not scared of truth or dare
But nothing is just nonsense baby

I know you′re afraid to come with me
But tonight I′m gonna present you with pleasure, with pleasure
See scared money don′t make none
So role with me and I will be your treasure, your treasure

Kelis - Got Your Money

Ohhh baby
I dedicate this to all the pretty girls
All the pretty girls
Its on (echo)
All the pretty girls, in the world
And the ugly girls too
Cause to me your pretty anyways baby

You give me your number, I call you up
you act like ur pussy dont interrupt
I don′t have no problem with you fucking me
But I have a little problem wit you not fucking me
Baby you know ima take care of you
Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain′t true
Is it a good thing? no its bad bitch
For good or worse, makes you switch
So I walk on over with my crystal
Bitches, niggaz put away your pistols
Dirty wont be having it in this house
Cause bitch I′ll cripple your style
Now that you heard my calm voice
You couldn′t get another nigga, hoochie wont get moist
If you wana look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money
Aooow...

[hook: Kelis]

Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don′t your worry, I said hey.
Baby I got your money

Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don′t your worry, I said hey.
Baby I got your money

Yo! so I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me
I whispered in their ear, wana be with me?
You wana look pretty though, in my video
Ol′ dirty on the hat and I let you all know
Just dance! if you caught up in the holy ghost trance
If you stop! ima put the killer ants in your pants
I′m the O-D-B as you can see
Every eye, don′t you be watching me
I don′t want no problems cause I put you down
In the ground where you can not be found
I′m just dirt dog trying to make sum bunny
So give me my streaks and give me my honey
Radio, yes all day, everyday
Recognize I′m a fool and ya luuuuuuuuuuv me!
None of you nmph better look at me funny
Nmph you know my name now give me my money!

[repeat the hook]

Dirty: sing it, sing it girls! (during hook)
Just shake it right now!
Somebody else: if dirty want his money
I think ya′ll should give him his money
Dirty: that′s how I like giiiiiiiirlllll

Sexy, sexy, sexy!
Sexy, sexy, sexy!

Sexy, sexy, sexy!
Sexy, sexy, sexy!

Yo, yo!
Nigga playing in the club like this all night
Bitches put your ass out let me hold it tight
You looking at my wrist saying "its so nice"
The price bitch is diamonds shining disco light
You better help me solve this problem
Or ima get this money and rob them
Lucky dig when I won the lotto
Ran up on my car for carrying (ryllos?)
You can call me dirty, and then lift up your skirt
And you want some of this dirty, god made dirt and dirt bust yo ass
Stop annoying me, yeah! I play my music loud
It takes the bastard ol′ dirty, to move the crowd
They say he had his dick in his mouth
Eddie Murphy told me that back in the house
But give me my money!

[repeat the hook]

Ленинград - Money

А деньги бывают - такое бывает,
Такое бывает, но только не долго.
Не храните деньги в сберегательных кассах-
Там от них никакого толку.

Oh, money, money...
Oh, money, money...
Oh, money, money, money-
На кармане

Хорошо, когда есть на кармане
Эти самые - money, money,
Когда бабки есть, тогда все путем.
Значит снова пьем, значит снова пьем...

Oh, money, money...
Oh, money, money...
Oh, money, money, money-
На кармане

Я скажу по секрету, между нами,
Самое главное - money, money.
За них сегодня можно все купить
Их нужно тратить, а не копить.

Oh, money, money...
Oh, money, money...
Oh, money, money, money-
На кармане

Айк Дым - Cash money

Это не для меня,
Когда вокруг день ото дня одна болтовня.
Мне не понять, друг, идеи тех людей,
Которые врут, что типо всё по красоте.
Они уже давно забыли то, чего хотели,

За то время, пока неделями пялились в телек.
Хотя мне не важно, что там у кого на личном,
Не слушаю лажу, пытаюсь быть оптимистичным.
Но я ведь и сам по рукам связан,
Хотя бы тем, что я военнообязан.
И даже в самых мелочах везде надо-надо.
Кроме врача надо прошаренного адвоката.
Кроме последнего — люди из милиции.
Проблемы выше среднего — люди из столицы.
А там уже иная тема — «киска, нагнись низко,
Сука, ведь на кону московская прописка».
Я чувствую возрастающую степень риска
Не только для себя, но и для своих близких.
Радуюсь жизни всё реже и реже.
В итоге меня здесь ничего уже не держит.
А пока я тут не теряю надежды
Между бомжами и мажорами и всеми, кто между.
От происходящего не испытываю шок
Я знаю точно — всё будет хорошо.

Will.I.Am - Spending Money

Now baby look I′ve
I′ve got nothing but money, honey
Aha
And I wanna spend it all
Spend it all on you
Aha

Spending money
On you

Tonight
Spending money

Girl lets go to store and spend bank
Buy you things you like
Get you pinky rings with diamonds in them
Dress you how I like
Put you in a flower designer clothes
Look your wardrobe
But Louis Vuitton
Try on Yves Saint Laurent
Let me give you what you want
Take you to the South France
Sit up in nice restaurants
Eat food that we can′t pronounce
Go yacht in Saint Tropez
Club happening in Miami
Girl I love you special way
So go help me spend my money

Now baby look I′ve
I′ve got nothing but money, honey
Aha
And I wanna spend it all
spend it all on you
Aha

Spending money
On you

Let me get you something
Spending money
Can I bye you dinner
Spending money
Tonight
Spending money

They say money don′t bye nobody′s love
But you′ve already got them from me
I′ve already got it from you
You my baby′s mama I′m your baby′s daddy
We are family
Let′s go spending this money
Let′s go take a nice exotic trips
Live a life lavish
Make a wish Lis
I′ll give you the things you like
Make a wish Lis
Don′t you worry ′bout the price
Girl I do adore you
That′s why I′m trying to spoil you
I′m doing all that for you
Cuz, loosing you I can′t afford.

[x2:]
I ain′t try to buy you
I just wanna buy you all them things
That you always wanted

Girl let′s go shopping [x2]

[x2:]
Now baby look I′ve
I′ve got nothing but money, honey
And I wanna spend it all
spend it all on you
Aha

Spending money
On you

Will.I.Am - Get Your Money

[Chorus:]
Get Your Money Baby! [x4]
If You Strippin′ I Aint Trippin′
If Its Arite With Ya, Its Arite With Me

[Verse 1:]
She′s A Single Momma, Makinq Dollars
Caboret And Make You Holla
Lookinq Lovely, Day And Nightly
Makinq Hubbies Leave They Wifey
Homewrecker; Heartbreaker; Love To Shake Her Money Maker
She′s To Sexy For Her Clothes, So She Throws Them On The Floor

She Danqer, She Danqer
What Ya′ll Wanna Do Fall In Love?
She Just Handlinq Buisiness
Qo Head Qirl But Dont Work Your Stuff

[Chorus:]
Get Your Money Baby! [x4]
If You Strippin′ I Aint Trippin′
If Its Arite With Ya, Its Arite With Me
Its Arite [x7]

[Verse 2:]
She′s Drop Dead Intelliqent
Her Fraqrance Is That Stripper Scent
Browses Poppinq To Bonqo
We Thonqses Drop To 50cent
Private Dancer, Bubble Twister
Just Be Qlad She Aint Your Sister
Hands Off Her You Cant Touch Her
Fall In Love, And She Bound To Crush Ya

She Danqer, She Danqer
What Ya′ll Want? She Truly Hood
She Just Handlinq Buisiness
Qo Head Qirl Qo (Cut)

[Breakdown:]
I Aint Mad, I Aint Mad
I Aint Mad At Ya, I Aint Mad
Cuz Qirl You Bad, Qirl You Bad
You Doinq Your Thanq, And Your Work Is This
When You Work Out

[Verse 3:]
When You Drop Your Bubble Low
Qirl I′ll Qive It Up And I′ll Clap
When You Crawlinq On The Flo′
Qirl I Clap

[Chorus:]
Get Your Money Baby! [x4]
If You Strippin′ I Aint Trippin′
If Its Arite With Ya, Its Arite With Me

[Verse 4:]
When You Work It, Work It, Work It
Qirl When You Work It
Please Dont Hurt Me, Hurt Me, Hurt Me
Hurt Me, Dont Hurt Me
When You Drop It, Drop It, Drop It
Pop It And Drop It
Take It Easy, Easy, Easy
Easy, Go Easy

Because You Bad Girl, Bad Girl
Dynamite (Dynamite)
Thats Rite
[x3]
Because You Bad Girl, Bad Girl
Dynamite (Dam Rite Im Bad) [Echo]

[Chorus:]
Get Your Money Baby! [x4]
If You Strippin′ I Aint Trippin′
If Its Arite With Ya, Its Arite With Me

Lady Gaga - Money Honey

That′s M-O-N-E-Y, so sexy, I

Damn I love the Jag, the jet and the mansion
Oh yea
And I enjoy the gifts and trips to the islands
Oh yea

It′s good to live expensive you know it but
My knees get weak, intensive

[Chorus]
When you give me k-kisses
That′s money honey
When I′m your lover and your mistress
That′s money honey
When you touch me it′s so delicious
That′s money honey
Baby when you tear me to pieces
That′s money honey

That′s M-O-N-E-Y, so sexy, I
That′s money honey

Damn I′d love a boat by the beach on the west coast
Oh yea
And I′d enjoy some fine champagne while my girls toast
Oh yea

Its good to live expensive you know it but
My knees get weak, intensive

[Chorus]

You know I appreciate the finer things
But it′s not what makes me happiest baby
{I can do without it babe}
Your tender loving′s more than I can handle
Never burn out this candle baby, baby

[Chorus x3]

DMX - Dope Money

What, what?
(This goes out to the general public)
Yo.. you over there Styles? - Yeah dog
(Anybody sleepin on us)
Second album nigga - two guns up nigga
Real L.O.X. - blaze!
"We Are the Streets" nigga, y′all know who the best
(C′mon) Fuck y′all niggas wanna do - what, what?
(Let′s go)

[Verse One]
Couldn′t live the life I live (yo why′s that)
I could die any minute, I get high every minute
Fuckin with snake niggas, and sleepin with foul bitches
Came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the hustlers be (and why′s that)
Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin ki′s
So I′m always where the powder be at (what it mean)
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the cowards be at (why′s that)
Time is money god, and you can′t get an hour back
Or I would do it again to get the power back
Have Godfather status, make niggas bow to that
You could all shine and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, look bummy and what
Cause money aint shit, respect is everything
So if I kill niggas dead, don′t ask me shit
I smoke blunts to the head, so don′t pass me shit
I′d rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
They say the good die young, all that mean to me
is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
Or blowin weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
Henny iy up, shit we can semi it up
Have a picture of you on the wall, ′In Memory Of′
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We tryin′ to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how I′m doing now - I tell ′em better than them
And if your man front - he can get eleven in him
And if you told them once - then you better tell him again
Ay yo, now let′s see
Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss, and S.P.

[Chorus: The L.O.X.]

From dope money to rap money, back to dope money (C′mon)
From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money (Let′s go)
We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money (C′mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money (Let′s go)
Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas (C′mon)
If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas (Let′s go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C′mon)
So don′t fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let′s go)

[Verse Two]
Basically speakin, all I know your face will be leakin
I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend
A nigga hoppin all over the map - and what you learned
That niggas with long paper take longer to crack
That′s why every chance I buy me a gat
Why you rather buy you a chain - I aim at your brain
Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke
when we could always take all y′all dough
And then fly out to Cuba and get in the coke fields
Die off the buddha, fifty with fifty mill
Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed
If you come through in a jet, then you frontin to us
Cause when the coke price was up - it was nuthin to us
We got blocks full of heroin - weed and dust
Seen bullets pop off - cause of greed and lust
And when the big dogs die - who gon feed the pups
My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight
I circle the block, and cut off the lights - pray to Christ
And when the cops come, we don′t care, we got shotguns
And niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones
Stay on your job, nigga I′ma stay on mine
And if I lose my voice nigga, I′ma flow online
And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One

[Chorus]

Jamelia - Money

Money don′t say you love me
Cash won′t make me stay
I came here with my own things
And I can leave the same way

And if you really cared babe
You would spend your time
If you don′t understand
You can′t afford mine so

Ain′t a pre-madonna
So I can′t fall in love with material things
You need to offer more than chains and dimond rings
I need to know that theres a place for me deep in your heart
I don′t give a damn, ′bout your credit card so

Money don′t say you love me
Cash won′t make me stay
I came here with my own things
And I can leave the same way

And if you really cared babe
You would spend your time
If you don′t understand
You can′t afford mine no

I must admit it I was fine with your talkin′ an gifts to start
Now all thats wanted is to know I got your heart
I have no idea, ′bout where this is gonna go
I don′t really care, for your ammount a′ dough


Money don′t say you love me
Cash won′t make me stay
I came here with my own things
And I can leave the same way

And if you really cared babe
You would spend your time
If you don′t understand
You can′t afford mine no

So you think I got a price tag on me?
Just a′ flash your cash and your all I see (all I see)
Well let me tell you something you couldn′t be more wrong about me.
All your fancy cars they just don′t turn me on, you got me wrong
Make all the money that you can coz money don′t make a good man

Money don′t say you love me
Cash won′t make me stay
I came here with my own things
And I can leave the same way
And if you really cared babe
You would spend your time
If you don′t understand
You can′t afford mine no

Money can′t buy my love
Money can′t buy my love
Money cant buy my love

Everlast - Money

Note: words in italics are sung by sadat x.

Dollar, dollar bills.
Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds.
I rock the jocked up sounds from devenshire downs.
Out the fordham road, up top in the boogie.
I be loyal to my peeps, like buddha stud-doogie.
Never very bad news, payin’ crazy dues.
I’m billowin’ out crews and tamin’ mad shrews.
Like bill shakespeare, the fakes will disappear.
The flavor in your ear is strong like everclear.
200 proofs so put the match to the roof
And set this b***h on fire.
Get rich, the empire’s about to strike back.
If you rock the mic wack.
And that’s the way it is, cuz yo, it’s like that.

Money money y’all
It be the root of all evil.
Money money y’all
It makes you popular with people.

I go back to the 80’s
Like 3 times a lady,
When it was ***** for free and crack for currency.
It just occured to me, it’s time for surgery.
I remove mc’s like tumors. the lies and the rumors.
Got me thinkin of this dub, by timex social club.
Yo, word to my mama.
I’m high off the trauma.
Whitey ford gets deeper than the subway trains.
And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains.
All pain no gain, makes the brain insane.
Life in the fast lane.
The flakes, the cash gains, for real.

Dollar bill y’all. dollar bill y’all.
Dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all.

It takes money...
To get that fly a** ho.
It takes money...
To see me rock a live show.
It takes money...
To get that last bag of smokes,
Cuz the county took it from you when that a** was broke.
Hey yo, I’m about to g-off, just like my name was eddo.
Black kids call me whitey... spanish kids wetto.
White kids call me king of this b-boy thing.
If it’s broke, then fix it. if it’s wack, you mix it.
Can’t none of you mc’s ever **** with these.
You be crazy on my ****, like some p**no chick.
For the style that I’m blessin, ain’t no second guessin.
Kid, heed the lesson. subtraction, addition.
Reward for submission.
Ain’t no debate.
I won’t stop till I’m eatin off a platinum plate.
I want the stocks and bonds, plus the real estate.
I want the iron gates, and low interest rates.
Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates.
A little stash of the cash put aside in a safe.
For when times get lean,
Y’all know what I mean.

Money money y’all
Some be callin’ it cream.
Money money y’all
Some be callin’ it fame.
Money money y’all
But once I get it, I’m j.

I want cash and checks, I want diamond rings.
I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things.
I want a stack of fat chips, so I can go on long trips.
I want to sail the bahamas on my own cruise ships.
I want acres of land. I want papers in hand.
I want stocks and bonds. all pros no cons.
Hey, if it smells funny, then back it up honey.
I want money y’all. I need the money y’all.

Guano Apes - Money and Milk

You want to live so perfect
In a world of money and milk
Your time goes by
It′s so sad to see
Expose to lose your ground
I′ll never be around

You don′t try enough
So you won′t get it
You don′t try enough
You′ll never get it

Perhaps we live in peradise
And maybe noone cares
Miricles everyday, everywhere
All the little fates you don′t see
I′ll never let them down
They ever be around

You don′t try enough
So you won′t get it
You don′t try enough
You′ll never get it

You don′t try enough
So you won′t get it
You don′t try enough
You′ll never get it
I will never have it
Cos i never had it

Clawfinger - Money Power Glory

The money, the power, the glory

It′s the survival of the fittest, the toughest, the meanest the slickest
When the shit hits the fan then we′ll see who′s leanest, the quickest
We′ll witness the vultures when they begin the fighting & the feasting
there′s a piece of a beast in us all that we′re afraid of just releasing
there′s no rhyme or reason when our instincts are awoken
the borders are broken, suddenly the truth is spoken
Survival of the fittest, the toughest, the meanest the slickest

We′re all in it for
THE MONEY THE POWER, THE POWER THE GLORY,
THE GLORY THE FAME, IT′S THE SAME OLD STORY

Break all of the rules neccessary to win the competition
Fake your place in the ratrace and then try to take the pole position
the mission is simply to make sure you that you get all your chances
So make no mistakes and make sure that nobody else advances
make your way to the top by any means necessary
and carry on until your enemies are dead & buried
the greed is what feeds us every time we plant the seed
it′s the root of all the evil but we take what we need
Survival of the fittest, the toughest, the meanest the slickest

[Chorus]

We′re all looking for the power, the money & the glory
and the story never stops we like to kill for territory
It′s better safe than sorry, watch your back this is a war
A sneak attack, a payback, they′ve got a foot in the door
So be sure to be secure or be sure to draw blood
we′re all down in the dirt dragging our names through the mud
what we won′t do for love, we do for money and fame
in this game the main aim is to make yourself a name for.....

[Chorus]

Ice Cube - The Curse Of Money

[Intro - Sleep]
Hey wassup Cube?
Man I′m glad I caught you at your momma′ house homey
Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it?
(It′s the curse, the curse....the curse, the curse)
Y′know my code right? I been pagin you for about a week man
(The curse, the curse) I heard about the deal ya got
Greed, Khop (The curse, the curse)
Check this out, you owe a nigga somethin man

[Ice Cube]
Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math baby (The curse, the curse)
Do the math baby (The curse, the curse)

It′s the curse of money, once you get it, fool you got it
Buy a new pair of drawers and motherfuckers spot it
Niggas plotted, to have me knotted up in basements
till these cocksuckers see what they′re faced with
Their fantasies of a life stress-free
Full of orgies, in the Florida Keys
But this bullshit is so thick, it′s like mountains
Sick of threatenin all my lawyers and accountants
The decibals, gold diggers goin for the testicles
Soon they realise, I don′t invest in hoes
Sometimes it′s like hell on earth
When everybody tryin to get your ass for all your worth
It′s the curse

(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math

I start to scream shit like "May day, may day"
Cos motherfuckers think it′s all grav-ay wit my pay day
And like I said, it′s the curse of money
They start laughin at your jokes when they ain′t that funny (Ha ha ha)
See this ass kissin yes man
Shakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an
Fuck every phony ass nigga round me
Stick a shaft up your ass like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!)
Got to have some gas money if you goin
If not who you fuckin? Who you flowin? Who you owin?
In ′98 don′t shit come free
Not even hard rhymes that′s describin these hard times

(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, do it
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, aha
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math, ooh wee

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
I just laugh (haha), the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math

[Mack 10]
To relax I smoke a stick, the shit make me sick
Gotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my dick
No time for drama, busters get sprayed
Bitches wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody)
Motherfuckers, sweat me like a spy
They wanna kick it cos I, got the curse of mulah
Make me wanna start scrappin and look at me to make it happen
What the fuck was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin ?!? Tell me
(What the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figures
when I′m rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger? (Ch-ching)
Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn green
And everytime I′m seen it′s like people start to fiend
It′s the curse

[Ice Cube]
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (aha)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (1 million, 2 million)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (3 million)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
Yeah they do
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop (Motherfuckers)
I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math (Better do it)

(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
Get the fuck outta here
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
With dollar signs in your eyes
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (Ha ha, sheeit)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math

[Outro - Ice Cube]
Leave your ass broke
Rabbit ears, nigga for pockets, haha he
I′m cursed! Hahaha, but I love it

Zebrahead - I′m Money

Cuz I′m a user, a shmoozer, a big dollar loser.
That doesn′t matter cuz my friends call me a brusier and I . . .
get chicks, so many chicks want me (nope).
Cuz I′m not funny, honey. A big oafy dummy.
That doesn′t matter cuz my friends say I′m money and I, get drunk, too many drinks want me (yeah).

Yo, get out the get out the way of the money man.
Ladies know I′m dope, so consider me contraband.
Fella′s are just jealous, cuz they′re ponies and I′m mustang.
Don′t try to hang cuz I′m out with a big bang.
Get get down, all the ladies wanna be with me.
Get get down, all the fellas compete with me.
Get get down, and I know that I′m trippin, but I really don′t care cuz this is how I′m livin′.

Chorus:
All the ladies wanna know me.
They ignore me-intimidated by me.
All the fellas, all the fellas wanna be me.
They ignore me-intimidated by me. (x2)

Who needs them anyway . . . cuz I′m money.

Cuz I′m a user shmoozer, a big dollar loser.
That doesn′t matter cuz I drive a land cruiser.
And I, get chicks, too many chicks want me (psyche).
Cuz I′m not funny, honey, a big oafy dummy.
That doesn′t matter cuz you know I play with money, and I, get drunk, too many drinks want me.

Got a time bomb, tick tick tickin′ just like Anthrax.
Boyz wanna battle, so I bought me a battleaxe.
Climax, your girl screams my name when we have sex
(I should charge a sales tax, yeah).
Get get down, all the ladies wanna be with me.
Get get down, all the fellas compete with me.
Get get down, and I know that I′m trippin
But I really don′t care cuz this is how I′m stickin′.

(CHORUS x2)

Everybody look at me!
I′m pimp ass money.
I know you wish, to get with this tonight.

Everybody look at me!
Flyer than Mr. T. I know you wish, to get with this tonight.

Well who needs them anyway? (x2)
cuz I′m money. Get get down . . .
I bring the static. Axl.

Xzibit - Don′t Let The Money Make You

[Intro: An interview with Xzibit]
[I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys?
All the money that you guys are talkin′ about?
Or the artform? Or, what is more important? The Lyrics?
Or the leather sized stuff?
[X] I think, what we tryin′ to do is device a way that the
artform and the money is like on a equal level.
You know what I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine
line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists
that are listenin′ to you. And pleas the real hip-hop
underground people that, that, that is looking for that
you know, that real shit. It′s only a certain way that
that you can go up and doin′ it

[Verse 1: Xzibit]
Xzibit keep it on deck
Live, vinyl, CD or cassette
Whatever you select
I keep you bouncin′ like a bad cheque
See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck
To represent the heat that I repeat
Now you can take the highs out of the beat
But never take the rucked out of the rhyme
Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional
Your whole style is promotional
A dead giveaway to me is just another business day
Xzibit here to stay
My life, a tribute to the A.K,
you wanna play
A situation only one man can walk away from
The same way he came
When I spit flame, it spits flames like your middlename
So why do I say fuck the fame
Because it come and go
The industry′s a pet without refused to be that gigolo
I put the dope in, got fo′s and tatoos
Niggas make ya money
But let the money make you

[Hook: King T x2]
We make, make money, money
Take′s money to survive
The meanin′ of life with statted chips is stay alive
Cause it′s all about the C-notes
Gonna be fuckin′ when you′re rollin′ this too
Don′t let the money make you

[Verse 2: Soopafly]
It′s Soopafly,
comin′ with that gangsta shit
That shit that only gangstas be gettin′ gangsta with
The pimps, hustlers and the players know the rank I get
Never have to get no money from the bank, I get shit
I Stomp down your whole compound
Takin′ all the shots
Device from the few I′m rise
Let the others drop
I elevate
Who drop when a dime never got me straight
I′m still goin′ for broke
I push you to the stroke
And one man loc and say high
Smokin′ to keep an open, mind
Focus on military time provokin′
The G in me, nigga
(?) when he tried to step the Soopafly
AZ you are shit
Now gettin′ down with the Pound
Now who can shake it till it break ground
Many motherfuckers are greedy
There′s only one thing needed like E.D.I, Amin / I mean business
When it comes to the cash, I′m movin′ quick
(Xzibit: Any other nigga eat a dick)
Fuck type shit
Make ya step back
Soopafly, hit like crack
Life is a jet
Maintainin′ the top figures deliver
The raw, rugged likwidation that be runnin′ the river
Now, whether if a nigga step up
Be prepared to kick your rap up
Try to die in line for you cheque, huh nigga

[Hook: King T x2]

[Verse 3: Xzibit]
So when I die,
bury me upside-down
So the whole world can kiss my ass
Live fast
Sippin′ from my bottomless glass of Hennessy, straight
So I catch you (?)
Xzibit comin′ down like a saint
So prepare for the judgement day
Be careful what the fuck you say
Rhyme these parts
Amadeus and Mozart,
the love for the arts and crash
Paragraphs to bust niggas in half
That′s what I fuck with
(?) time to get my duck sit
Miss me if you try to make a buck with
I mean a quick buck, only got bad luck
Black cash every black trash
Never relax, never get attached to anything
That′s not gonna hand so life
I come back like Christ
Pacific natural ice
With Sharif makin′ sure R&B, was well done
Might live by the gun,
but keep livin′ through my livin′ son

[Hook: King T x4]

[Outro:]
[King T]
We make, make, money, money, make, money, money, money [x4]
We take money, take money, take money, money, money [x4]
[Soopafly]
Don′t let this money make you

Ja Rule - Betta Have My Money

What up love
You thought I wouldn′t recognize ho like stats
I peep you at the strip joint
You and that little black chick
Acting like you so innocent
When you in the six
Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch
I knew something was wrong
Lesbian I go on
Ain′t nothing wrong with bump n′ grinding right
I like mines tight
You like yours licked
And we both like bitches to get high high wit
You opted to leave a nigga with no options
You freak hoe dance topless baby
What′s ya sitcho
You ride dildo
Plastic nympho
Only see dick in porno
Hun lidten
I can make your life a world of difference
Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences
See what happens
In like two weeks
These hoes is freaking
Making about two g′s a piece a weekend
That′s what I′m saying

(Chorus x2:)
It ain′t easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause
Bitch better have my money

Keep my ones on top
My tens on lock
My hoe in the drop
Got a hot little co-op
Prestigous
Rock a cuban link with Jesus
Lord have mercy
Let me touch this
Tease it
For reasons
I can′t explain to you lord
Cause you know my actions are censored
Don′t diss chips to fuck with no broad
This one can get it
Damn near split it
Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain′t even smelled yet
Let alone got wet
But I′m willing to make a bet
That the next time we riding
If she ain′t riding
On the turnpike you you bobbing
While I′m weaving
Getting weede
Believe me
This pimp shit ain′t easy baby
I tell you ain′t no hoes like the ones I got
They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets

(Chorus x2:)
It ain′t easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause
Bitch better have my money

Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim
I pimp plenty women
Got to tip my hat to a ten
Just been in too many run ins with dead ends
Comparisions range from thick ones to thin
Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse
I spend hard times like D.A.′s in criminal courts
Fro the love of my life I′ll cut down on the sport
For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught
You know the game
You and I is one in the same
But you got my name
tatooed on ya leg
Shit is serious
Now you caling me acting delirious
Used to be my best bitch
Now somewhat resistant
Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter
Worn out and don′t nobody want ya
First time i met ya you played me out of pocket
I ain′t know no better bitch
Now stop it
Game is the topic
And what′s between your legs is the product
Use it properly
And you′ll make dollars biatch

(Chorus x2:)
It ain′t easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause
Bitch better have my money

Flo Rida - Mind On My Money

[Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)

[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin′, I′ll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin′ on it, instead of bet it
It′s that money, don′t make no money, buddy I′m ready
Can I get it? It′s win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin′, we didn′t hit it, now pay your dues

[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to gettin′ that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don′t know, there′s money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it′s just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you′d be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin′ what′s given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin′ up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain′t no game
So pick up on your pimpin′, get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Sean Paul]
Just call me, the money maker, bread taker
Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper
May do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-a
The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper
That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater
No bumpin′ heads, when it come to gettin′ this paper
Im a player, runnin′ wit the, hand that was dealt
Flippin′ my work, ridin′ the left, fully equipped
Aint fuckin′ wit hoes, unless talkin ′bout bread
Duckin′ these streets, givin′ these strangers some head
Bringin′ it back, makin′ sho′, my pockets swole
Workin′ the streets, now they know they my hoes

[J-Bo]
I must ain′t had it, I gotta get it
Nothin′ to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it
Shakin′ these haters down the line, they somethin′ wicked
You on a roll then pay yo′ dues, then buy a ticket
Gather your cheddar ′round this world, there′s nothin′ better
But keep it boomin′ like a system, thru any weather
Stackin′ my green, that′s somethin good, I′m on a mission
Trappin′ hard just like I should, no penny pinchin′
And for the gold, we steady missin′, and reminisin′
Buy some S, ain′t even hittin′, so stop yo′ flippin
Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know
There ain′t no playin′ wit my thang when you see my foe
Act like ya know

I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)

I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)

ABC - King Money

Not what you are,
But what you′ve earned
Where Jack-Queen-King
Money′s concerned
A friend in need is a friend in debt
That kinda friend king money can forget.
May those that are full get struck dumb
When they tell the hungry of the good times
to come,
More money than sense in their defence
And cheaper jokes at our expense

So if your king is money
Then I feel sorry for you
And if you think that it′s funny
Then maybe you do
Maybe you do King Money
King Money, King Money

The Midas touch doesn′t mean
That much until you′re crippled with greed,
Using gold as a crutch or half a man
For half a crown for half a kingdom
For half a town
No geldt-in-my-pelt-jack,
No cash in my shack so tell me the things
That you think I lack
Just what kinda price are you willing to pay
For a holiday from the Royal Tourniquet

So if your king is money
Then I feel sorry for you
And if you think that it′s funny
Then maybe you do
Maybe you do King Money
King Money, King Money

Standing by the Xerox machine
I want to duplicate some money
Build a fortune up in black and white
But I′ll need a master copy.

You′re gonna give your love to me
Shake an apple off the apple tree
When she moves it′s poetry
Come to me now, one, two, three

King Ka
King Ka
King King Money

Plan the perfect double murder
Maybe win the pools when I get some money
Honey, I′ll be knee high in consumer
durables

Adorables

ABBA - Money, money, money

I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain′t it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That′s too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn′t have to work at all, I′d fool around and have a ball...

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man′s world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man′s world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It′s a rich man′s world

A man like that is hard to find but I can′t get him off my mind
Ain′t it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn′t fancy me
That′s too bad
So I must leave, I′ll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man′s world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man′s world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It′s a rich man′s world

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man′s world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man′s world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It′s a rich man′s world

It′s a rich man′s world

Chamillionaire - Top Down Money Up

Yeeeeaaah, look up in the sky
It′s not a bird, it′s not a plane
It′s one of them little Batman symbol things
Except it′s got a lizard in it
Chamillitary, let′s get it, ye-yeah!

Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Gotta stay on the grind homie, gotta stay on the grind homie (for real)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Gotta stay on the grind (grind), gotta go and get mine homie

I move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin beside me
I bet that shottie go lollipop if you tryin to rob me
No, that′s probably a hottie, she tuggin on me like a dolly
Black Magic on my tires, while she Mr. Miyagi the body - wax on, wax off
I′m a player, don′t play so play up above me
All this vegetation I′m makin, I bet ya say that you′re hungry
Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet lookin so pudgy
Got that cake, got that cream, the fat one say that she love me
I′ma put the city on my back, I mean put it right back on my back
And it still say R.I.P. to that Pimp C on back of that ′Llac
And I keep these broads goin crazy, talk so much smack on my tracks
Because I′m a mack/Mac like your laptop so tell ′em that on iChat
Uh, you should mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dear
All this money I′ma get this year, that mean your money gon′ disappear
Ain′t no women strippin here, ain′t no women strippin here?
Wait till they see my whip appear, that′s what I call whip appeal
It′s the Barack O-baller, I know she tryna holler
Roll her number on a dollar but I really just want the dollar
I hope it′s not your daughter, cause I′m probably not gon′ call her
Universal Republic, yeah I′m the shot that′s in your revolver
Yeah I′m reloading homie, the pistol holder′s on me
And you know I′m talkin to you know who cause you know you′re phoney
It′s lonely at the top but I like ridin solo
Shake off complainers and tell ′em that you won′t be rollin no mo′
Some want some in the ruler and his first statement said "You suck"
Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon′ beat a goose, you duck
Texas used to be screwed up but you ain′t us, you can′t fool us
Got a problem with Koopa? When, where, how, who, what?
He said he hate my confidence and how I wreck the beat
Talkin down in front of me, I hope you got some special teeth
I got my hand on the trigger, the fakeness about rest in peace
Actin just like my publicist, I think I′m bout to press release
The mover, you the shaker, I′m the realest, you the faker
Chamillinators, fact then I′m back to rebuking haters
I promise I pull the baddest broad in stew to bake her
I′m true to paper and pretty ones always glued to paper
Nah I ain′t got to love her, Texas I got ya covered
They tryna be all on the D so I′m bout to pull out the rubbers
Got a ghetto chick that I know that′ll sock a soccer mother
And after that probably go to her house and sock her mother
I showed the underground how to attract the dollars bills
But I got some haters in the city that want me to keep it real
Sayin that the kid went commercial to get a deal
You a clown, need to go do commercials for happy meals
They ain′t heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been gettin restless
Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler Texas
Like Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", remove your clothes, you don′t need your dresses
A lotta people say they the best but their words are not impressive
Lames know that I burn money, I′ma show you how to melt a stack
First I′ma go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights after that
They know I′ve been on the grind in every city that′s on the map
Looked down at the welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back"

Ho, all this applause for me? I appreciate it, thank you, thank you
I don′t need no birthday cake though, I got enough cake
I′m on you boy, yeah, you know what it is, Koopa