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Money (Dollar Bill) [feat. Sadat X]

Dollar, dollar bills

Dotes, marks, franks, yens and pounds

I rock the chopped up sounds from devinger dounds

Out the Ford Rover, up top in the boogie

I be loyal to my peps just like pooh to stud doogie

Never bearer bad news, paying crazy duesI'm blowing out crews and taming mad shrews

Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear

The flavor in your ear is strong like everclear

200 proofs will put the match to the roof

And set this bitch on fire, get rich to empire

About to strike back if you rock the mic whack

And that's the way it is 'cuz yo it's like thatMoney, money y'all

It be the root of all evil

Money, money y'all

It makes you popular with peopleI go back to the '80's like, "Three times a lady"

When it was pussy for free and crack for currency

It just occurred to me, it's time for surgery

I remove emcees like tumors

The lies and the rumors got me thinking of this doveAbout time made social club

Yo, word to my mama, I'm high off the trauma

Whitey Ford gets deeper than a subway train

And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains

All pain no gain makes the brain insane

Life in the fast lane deflates the cash gainDollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all

Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'allDollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all

Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'allEverlast, it takes money

(To get that fly ass hoe)

It takes money

(To see me rock a live show)

It takes money

(To get that last bag of smoke 'cuz [unverified])

Hey, I'm about to gee off just like my name was Edo

Black kids call me Whitey, Spanish kids Whito

White kids call me king of this B-boy thingIf it's broke than he fix it, if it's wack the mix it

Can't none of you emcees ever fuck with these

You be crazy on my dick like some porno chick

For the style that I'm blessing, ain't no second guessing

Can't heed the lesson, subtraction, addition

The war for submission, ain't no debateWon't stop until I've eaten off a platinum plate

I want 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 cash to put inside the safe

When times get lean, y'all know what I mean(Money, money y'all)

Some be calling it cream

(Money, money y'all)

Some be calling it feti

(Money, money y'all)

But once I get it I'm jetiDollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all

Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'allDollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all

Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'allDollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all

Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'allDollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all

Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'allDollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all

Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'allI want cash and checks, I want diamond rings

I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things

I want stacks of fat chips so I can take 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 pack it up honey

I want the money y'all, I need the money y'all

Songwriters

HARPER, DELISLE/LEFLEUR, GLEN/JAMMER, JOE/VERNON, MICHAEL WILLIAM HUGH/WINGFIELD, PETE/SPICER, JIMMY/SIMMONS, RUSSELLPublished by

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