money right. -Chorus-AK (Layzie)- Hey, I got my money-money-money right (Dollar bills) I got my money-money-money right (Dollar bills) I got my money-money-money
money (T H U G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it I keep my mind on my money, my money on my
money, money Make money, money, make it Let me hear you say take money, money Take money, money, take it Let me hear you say make money, money Make money, money
Dir-tayyyyy, yeah Dirty money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty money Dir-tayyyyyyy, yeah Dirty money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty Money [Scarface
Money and the power Yup! Money and the power, money and the power Best to come clean, cause I got Money and the power Money and the power, money and
days of my life Money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round Money makes
want no money I want your life Don't want no money I want your life Don't want no money I want your life Don't want no money I want your life Don't
't even give a fuck, get your money up Get your money up, get your money up Stop playin' with yourself, get your money up Get your money up, get your money
gettin money like na na na waiting on the flash throwing money at the cameras twin turps out speedin with scanners brezze past the cops screamin na na na we gettin money
give a fuck, get your money up Get your money up, get your money up Stop playin' with yourself, get your money up Get your money up, get your money
[Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh
love? You play a dangerous game Who's to blame my love? Baby all you want is money and fame Money and fame Money and fame Money and fame ...
got to cram, but in a minute I might write And I don't want that, I want somethin that burn long A lot of money and a long career that could earn strong
So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you
[Havoc:] Yeah! Watup, son? [Styles:] Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk shit over this one [Havoc:] Told you I got you my nigga.
I'm black, whether I'm poor or rich Or rich or poor though it's all the same shit I'm black even though my skin's kind of light That mean my ancestors
Shit is too too crazy...listen god bad luck like I ran and fucked a voo-doo lady/ Every other week I'm in handcuffs..stack somethin, loose somethin,
[answering machine beeps] [Styles P:] Street life my niggaz Shit's a motherfucker you know? I try to tell these shorties somethin They look at me like