They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?) I'm playin' with the moneymoney, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat) I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is close (bag is close) I don't want your

If you wonder why (why I live my life) The way that I do ('cause I got to get this moneymoney) So don't worry about me (don't worry, don't worry worry) I'm just hustlin' everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A

Run the moneymoney up, way up Life ain't sweet ain't no lay-up Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up MoneyMoney never gon' change us Drip for sale, they gotta pay us I stayed down and I came up So I just be in my lane stuck Cook that

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed moneymoney (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the

Everybody's got a hungry heart Lay down your moneymoney and you play your part Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack I went out for a ride and I never went back Like a river that don't know where it's flowing I took a wrong turn and I just kept going I met

Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's You gotta walk on down You wonder why you got holes in your shoes You wonder why they got more moneymoney than you You wonder why you got nothin' to lose It makes no sense, don't

With your long blond hair and your eyes of blue The only thing I ever got from you Was sorrow, sorrow Sorrow, sorrow You're acting funny, try to spend my moneymoney You out there playing your high class games Of sorrow, sorrow You never do what you know you

All my life I want moneymoney and power Martin had a dream Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy two hours Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress Kendrick have a

I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun And the wind and the rain I got moneymoney in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank

And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big moneymoney I got you in trouble in high school