Steige aus dem Bett dreh den Swag auf, schaue kurz in den Spiegel sag "What up" Yeah, I?m get money ohh 2x Zahle so viel money jeden Tag ich finde es
Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Keep my whole cliq stuntin, Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money, Yes I do love money
[Hook:] Soulja Boy Aint Got No Money? (Shit... Hol On Hol On Bitch, Ayeeee) [Verse 1:] Soulja Boy Aint Got No Money Mane Hol Up Stacks On Deck Watch
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
boy The innovator, young Sean Combs Reminiscing me and Biggie bringing boys home Father figure, hating for them other niggaz Dirty Money went and brought a money printer Now my money
' Becki can you please tell us Why you love Puff Daddy? I don't really like Puffy But my other sister does Lil' John boy can you please tell us Why you
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
-six, Big showed me what to do But deep in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II' I spend absurd money, private bird money That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
Hey, yo, Ice This guy here say, he wants to get in, man You're sure home boy's ready? Yo, Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man Yo, kid you're sure you
] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah [ Bronx Style Bob ] This is Bronx Style Bob... [ Ice-T ] Nat The Cat, boy [ Randy Mac ] Randy Mac One in a million on your back, boy
shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for the other strap, the automatic type I gotta keep it close
it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 2: To the top now Im a pop now I got both feet planted Can?t stop now Mo? money, fast women is my lifestyle
my junkyard dog shit Viagra swagga, fuck all yall shit haha, hey, Mike stop the beat Hear the money talk and it talking about me, huh White boy fresh, skinny ass pants Boy
the ground, panties down Six chicks with a trash bag of money, tryna count that shit Never will find me around that bitch Unless she got them lips wrapped around that dick Other
im that) boy don't you know im the one (yea im that) boy don't you know im the one (yea im that) boy don't you know im the one (yea
in the evenin im all about that money man even when im sleeping im all about that money don't make me send my goons to gunnin im all about that money
boy The innovator, young sean combs remenising me and biggie bringing boys home Father figure, hatings for them other niggaz Dirty money went and brought a money printer Now my money
feelin' like freshman who already, Who already need a letter man, late night with ya girl? Fuck a boy she spendin' out one more with a better man, No my money
