More money means more dough to blow (blow) Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough for blow Way up in them Cali Hills,

This game is nothin' I'm new to Money too long for a ruler I swim in it like Barracuda Man, I'm goin' deeper than scuba Y'all know nothin' 'bout this do ya? I'm grateful, I'm prayin' to Buddha (yeah) Y'all know nothin' 'bout this do ya? (yeah) Y'all know

Scared money don’t make money, so what you scared for? And real people do real things, so what you waiting for? And real G’s do what they want, don’t ever think twice A stand up nigga stand up the rest of their lives (Yeah) Uh, it go, one for the money

I'd give it all up baby I'm falling (yeah) Trade in the world to show, I'm falling, Don't need the fame or money As long as I got you girl Oh oh oh yeah yeah Take that chance on love (yeah yeah) Now I can't predict what the future holds But I'll fight

We'll throw anythang, throw anythang, throw anythang (Yeah) When I'm wit' you (Yeah!), it's expensive Liquor pitchers I'm tryin' when I'm wit' you Money's not a problem, got different dollars on me Me and Stunna ballin' (Yeah) Money's steady callin'

Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch I ain't talking about some real money shit And she love it dog, yeah, yeah But these the times we gotta live through (I

I've been doin' me Yeah, I've been doin' me Followin' my dreams If I took the hand that was dealt me then I would be nowhere in life Yeah, I had to think smart Threw away the deck and got my own cards Long before I had the money to afford a car Yeah, I'm

Ciao adios, I'm done If you're giving her all of your money and time I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you I'm onto you, yeah you I'm not your number one Kissing and having fun I saw you, with her And now you take her out, in your fancy

Ooh sang it, he ain't got no money I made her mine Yeah, I took what's yours Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night I changed your life, now you gone rock Stay on my P's and my Q's, yeah Stay on my Q's and my P's I made her

That'd be alright. Yeah, that'd be alright. That'd be alright. If money grew on hackberry trees, And time wasn't such a luxury, If love was lovesick over me, If I could keep the wind in my sails, Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail, A half a ham