Di yon mo pou mwen kumbayah 'Cause I'm needin' somethin' I've been searchin' for my soul, my heart I got this money, but it's nothin' right now I ain't never gotta rap about the diamonds on my neck I'm searchin' for my soul, hope you know where it went

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

Get away with your guns now Money money money Root of all evil Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy Through rocking the microphone and she's calling me

We in the bed like ooh ooh Let's get gone Ooh I'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank Shawty what you think 'bout that Ill be in the grey cadillac I'ma buy you a drink ooh wee Walk it out (now walk it think about it, aw snap) Now rock rock

And it's no, nay, never No, nay, never, no more And I'll play the wild rover No never, no more I've been a wild rover for many a year And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer And now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will play the

Gettin' money is what I do Gettin' money is what I do, thought you knew The hustle continues Gettin' money is, gettin' money is Put your mind to, something you want Getin' money is, gettin' money is It come true I remember all the nights on different

You don't have ta go I'm gonna pack up darlin' Down the road I go Whoa baby, honey what's wrong which' you? Well now, I give you all my money Then ya go downtown, an' you get back in the evenin' Told me, walked down town

La la la la Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing Wait 'til I get my money right Then you can't tell me nothing right? Excuse me, is you saying something? You can't tell me nothing I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven When I awoke I spent that on a

Tell my homies about my side bitch Tell my side bitch bout my main bitch I don't tell my main bitch shit Main bitch know my government Where the money sent shit Cut a bitch don't you tell my main bitch shit Shown up, shown up, shown up, don't ever tell

Money make you handsome, even if you're ugly Money make her fuck me, she wanna fuck my money All my bitches love me, they love me for one thing Money keep her coming, so I'ma keep some money So I'ma keep some money They love me for one thing, huh So I'ma