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    "Money, Money, Money" Lyrics


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    I'm Az-Izz, y'all can't stop me
    Make a G a day sellin stolen drop three's
    Ain't nuttin funny, run up on you when its sunny
    Pump two in your tummy, all for the money
    When I coped the five, with the Batman eyes
    You could ride, but first hustlin ?Q-4-5's?

    [Young Zee]
    Yeah, yeah
    Niggas live for it, niggas die for it
    End up on the run, with thirty-five warrants
    Ya boy will get'choo shot with'cha gun
    Leave you layin there screamin at the top of your lungs
    Zee rob white guys with nice lives
    I'm tight cocked, only mess with girls that got five jobs
    Do crack wit'choo, sit around and they laugh
    Those same niggas get you for a pound and a half
    Beef start, better keep the spark
    'cause a fool and his money will soon depart

    Chorus: Zee (Outsidaz)

    I'm tryin to keep money (Keep money, money, money)
    Deep money (Deep money, money, money)
    Weed money (Weed money, money, money)
    Leave my seed money (Seed money, money, money)
    I need trick money (Trick money, money, money)
    Quick money (Quick money, money, money)
    Get me real rich money (Rich money, money, money)
    I need... (Money, money, money)
    I need... (Money, money, money)

    [Yah Yah]
    You on the frozen budget, I'm holdin dutches
    Anything I want to do, I goes and does it
    I'ma shine like a pile of golden nuggets
    Catch me in GQ posin rugged
    Nasty fellow, pick my nose in public
    Wipe the snot on my clothes, shockin the hoes
    Chillin with Chris, smokin pot in the Rolls
    For the love of money, I'ma stay down
    Trade pounds, and jail bound
    Bringin drugs on the Greyhound

    Yo yo
    Aiyyo, Denzy, Benz Jeep, ten freaks behind me
    (I like) M-P's and rhymin
    (I like) M3's and diamonds
    (I just) empty the nine if you attemptin to rob 'em
    Start wilin', gettin money from bricks from Long Island, uhh
    Give me that paper dogg, I gotta have it
    White ?liver? pockets so money is automatic
    We done bought the carrots
    And you still lookin sorta savage
    there's a whole lotta money out there, you oughtta grab it


    My creation is free basin, replaced 'em
    Won't see do on VH1, you's a wannabe DJ Run
    We lace blunts, peer pressure
    At least take some, he play dumb
    Always and forever heat wavin
    Put a mask on y'all meet Jason
    This paper need chasin
    Roll with teenagers, smokin green acres
    Smell that free fragrance, that's bomb weed baby

    Keep your raps up, you'll be the king
    Shoutin "Can't nobody do me a thing"
    With mad jewelry to bling
    Sittin chunky, then dip this honey
    Pushin Excursions and Suburbans, gettin money
    If these fake players and playa'rettes
    They get me major vexed
    I wave a tech, have 'em comin out they Avirex
    So your ?willie pad? is gettin recalled
    I'ma teach all y'all to speed ball

    Chorus x2 with some variations
    This song was submitted on November 20th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Alvin Brian Bostic, Aubrey King, Denton Daves, Dewayne Battle, James Scheffer, N Longchamp, Trevor Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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