Shake your moneymaker Got to shake your moneymaker Well, I got a girl, she lives upon the hill Oh, go on baby, go on back to school Sometimes she won't, sometimes I think she will Oh, I love you baby, tell you the reason why I love you baby, tell you the

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas Remember what you told me Don't be a baby Shut up and put your money where your mouth is Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now Give me some cash out, baby You gotta help me out It's all a blur last

You do what you want when you poppin' First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty Like a nigga wearin' jerseys Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' You do what you want when you got it Extendo, extendo, extendo The clip got a whole lot

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 money I got you in trouble in high school

Money don't grow on trees Ain't nothing in this world for free I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed I know I can't slow down I can't hold back though you know I wish I could Until we close our eyes for good" You know there ain't no rest for the

I don't want to hear about it later I don't want to, baby I don't want to I want a run for my money, that's all You can try me at home, if it feels all right But I ain't home at night Ain't got no money, got no house on the hill Tell me, honey, will your

Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out Everybody thrash now before we cash out Let's fucking thrash now before we cash out Cashed out, g-got me cashed out This is my life, where the fuck do I

Not even the king They can't afford what we've got All the king's horses and all the king's men Can't afford what we've got Some people so poor, all that they've got is money Oh, and diamonds Some people waste their life counting their thousands I don't

Money, money, money, money, money Got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Get me feeling filthy rich Put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me Honey, that's money

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The