Talking to the feds that's a no-no I can get bread with my eyes closed Insecure, so she got lipo VVSs on me, that's a light show It can get litty like a light show Nigga I'm litty like a light show If it's 'bout moneymoney, I'ma go-go But the-, bro, she a

Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your moneymoney When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em On a warm summer's eve

Whatever you want, you're gonna get it! You ain't happy less you got one Ain't gonna shoot the place up Just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the moneymoney Maybe he wants to kill for his country Whatever he wants, he's gonna get it! You better strip it down

What a way to go Twenty five years working for the state Saved all your moneymoney, got a good rate Always thinking 'bout that pension plan The day of retirement, the promised land, well Got a finish off that swimming pool Get some umbrellas, don't wanna be

Well, I met this old woman She was hard as nails I think that she just come out Of the County jail But I loaned her some moneymoney Just to pay her rent If I would, she would put me In her last will and testament Well, I got lots of children

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some moneymoney to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

"I love it when you call me big pop-pa" "I love it when you call me big poppa" To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should

We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these color TV's You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it MoneyMoney for nothin' and your chicks for free MoneyMoney for

(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (She give me moneymoney) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head Eighteen years, eighteen years She take my