Haters in the club (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Gold diggers

Money, get away Get a good job with good pay and you're okay Money, it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team Money, get back I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of

I'll forever remain faithful Make the money, don't let the money make you Change the game, don't let the game change you All my people stay true Watch the videos and get the girls in the back But if that's what I believe in, and the reason that I rap

Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all "Good God Almighty, like back in the old days You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play How to play it and you know whether it's disco and rock But

But I'll never get over losing you Was a fool with my money And I lost every dime The sun stopped shining And it rained all the time It did set me back some But I've made it through Do you know how much you mean to me? Should've told you but it's through

Working my money ‘till I get gold When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again Every Friday mornin' 'Cause I can't get enough 100 Percent, yeah, pure grindin' Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The world ain't give me much, I'm

Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t

In the back dry in the night Put it there, get the money (watch me now) In the back of a Volvo car Pay up, sign up, LA You're my DC oh Lee, oh You're my DC oh Anna, oh

You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money I got a lot of loot, and I ain't lookin' for a lady And you can never pay me, I'm from Uptown, baby I wake up in the mornin', take a piss, and wash my hands Take a knee,

There's just some things that can't be replaced Woah, all the money in the world won't ever buy What you miss, what you want back It'd be nice, but life don't work like that You can get damn close, but it won't ever be the same Woah, no matter how hard